Lazy ass... lazy lazy lazyyy... nani nani bu bu...

While I write my posts, my husband is sitting here in front of me, either messing with his laptop, or building his ship. Anyway, when I am finished writing, I usually read my new post to him.

Yesterday, after I told you about my job and all that stuff, Hubby made a comment that got me thinking. He said:

- I hope your friends don't think I am a freaking lazy ass that does nothing, while you go out to work.

And here I am. Are you thinking he is a lazy ass that does nothing?

While I go out and work my poor, little, shrivelled ass off?

Are you?

Let's all do that for a while, shall we? LOL... Lazy ass... Lazy ass...

But I have to tell you he is NOT.

And more yet, I will tell you why I work. I only work because I need to complete my time in the "salt mines", in order to get my Social Security cheque, and Medicare whatever crap, when I am 149 years old... right? 

Hubby is retired. The sweet son of a gun retired when he was 44 years old!

FORTY-FOUR, did you hear? I hate him. (Not, but don't tell him.)

He is also college graduated and worked for this telephone company, from which he retired.

AT FORTY FOUR YEARS OLD!! ... @#!!%& !...

His pension is enough for the two of us. Plus plus the two dogs. And the three cats - when we are not remodeling the house.

All clear now?

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Now I want to share with you something that is very precious to me. It is a picture that I scanned in order to post here. That's my mom, when she was three years old. I have it in a frame, on top of the dresser in the bedroom, where I can see her everyday.

I find it adorable.