Hello, it’s me again! How’s your Friday going? Mine? Well, mine’s been pretty good actually. The Co-Defendants and I spent the day together running errands and generally hanging out and it’s been, well, pleasant. I haven’t yelled and they haven’t fought. And before You ask, none of us are drugged.
Here’s the deal though, Lord. Although the children are behaving and I prepared and served a scrumptious meal which brought me rave reviews (I’m not bragging, it’s just fact), my husband’s mood has plummeted due to unforseen and dire circumstances.
Dear Lord, the cable TV isn’t working.
Now, I know my marriage vows said ‘in sickness and in health; for richer, for poorer; in good times and in bad’ but Lord, it’s the weekend and the thought of spending over 48 hours with a man who considers cable to be as vital to living as his heart or his um, well, anyway…his heart, this could be the end of our happily ever after.
So Lord, if you could by some stretch fix the cable or have Hubby do a weekend Snow White routine, I’d be ever so grateful. Not to mention, I wouldn’t wind up with a criminal record.