Mostly True Memoirs
TOO MUCH WORK
Vacation preparations are underway.
The Grown Sons will be house sitting.
I have given instructions on the sprinklers, trash day, and bringing in the mail.
They are outraged.
This is too much to ask.
Considering that they work.
Who has time for all of this?
I laughed and laughed and laughed.
And laughed some more.
And continued preparing food to leave in the freezer for them to eat in my absence.
Too much work indeed.