SSSSHH! Don't tell. . .

The wife is leaving town for a few days, so I get to be on my own until Friday afternoon. But don't tell on me. I've got things figured out with lots to do in the next couple days. Like, I can use the bathroom and not have to put the seat down. I can eat ice cream while just wearing my underwear. I can have that extra piece of pie after dinner. I can fix some Hamburger Helper, and eat it all.

I can also stay up all night if I want. I can watch all of the Three Stooges that I want. I can eat a can of chocolate icing that is hidden up where Kathi can't see it. In fact, I can mix up some Dinty Moore Stew with chili and ranch style beans. I will just have to make sure I air out the house before she gets home. I'm getting giddy just thinking about it.

I'm sure that I can come up with some other things. I'm just too excited. 'Course, I will miss her while she is gone. And I'll talk to her every night on the phone. (I'm whooped. . . so what!) Wow! I can even wear my favorite pair of cutoff's.

So, if you don't hear from me for the next couple of days, I'm probably in a Dinty Moore Stew and chocolate chip cookie coma. Or, I'm at some bar-b-q joint, pigging out on ribs and beer.

SSSHH! Don't tell.