Sulking on Easter Monday
Nothing makes one reconsider one’s career choices more somberly than waking up at 5:30 on Easter Monday and stumbling about in the dark, preparing for work, while one’s Federally-employed wife snores in smug, blissful, one-extra-day-off mode.
I don’t work for the federal government and I have an extra day off … ‘course 90% of my company’s business is realated to the fed so there’s no point in being there. Poor Balby.
“No book has yet been written in praise of a woman who let her husband and children starve or suffer while she invented even the most useful things, or wrote books, or expressed herself in art, or evolved philosophic systems.”
– Anna Garlin Spencer: Woman’s Share in Social Culture, 1912
“I have yet to hear a man ask for advice on how to combine marriage and a career.”
– Gloria Steinem
Now, quit yer snivveling, Balby. And just remember those immortal and inspiring words by Mayor Lepetomane:
“Work, work, work, work, work, work, work, work. Hello, boys. I haven’t seen you in a while. Work, work, work, work.”
self respect … priceless
And just a quick piece of advice, I’m not sure the lovely Mrs. Balby would appreciate you discussing her snoring. Seriously.
The lovely Mrs. Balby snores, my dear. So does the lovely Mr. Balby. Ain’t no shame in what is.
I bet the lovely Mr. Balby snores a whole lot louder …
Inconceivable. I have NEVER heard the lovely Mr. Balby snore.