Last fucking day of vacation!

[Comshaw]

I've spent the last week doing exactly what I wanted to do. Wasted a bunch of time on this idiot box, read several books, put a roof on my lawn shed, worked on my bike, spent a bunch of money, shot holes in half a dozen targets, cut some firewood, cleaned up the yard, but now it's almost at an end. Monday I've got to go back to the grind. What is it with this work shit? Do I really have to? Must I chain myself to the grind stone and sell my skills to the highest bidder? Ain't there a rich woman out there that would like to have an old man toy? Slightly used, slightly scarred, a bit crotchety,(Ok, Ok, all three of the previous are a lot and not slightly! Damn the truth in advertising laws anyway!) well experienced, with some energy left, but still willing? No? Damn!
Guess I'll go back to work. Besides, if I don't Mrs. Comshaw will have my balls! *sigh*

Comshaw (the depressed one)

 

[*bratcat*]

don't cry...