Oh! Boy! Monday Morning
To One and All,
As the title states it is Monday morning and the cargo van is still parked. The driver is parked some where upstairs . I"m not sure if he's watching television, playing games on playstaion or just what. However he still keeps things going: house cleaned, meals cooked.
After a few mintues of consideration I have decided maybe he should be a house husband. I will give this more consideration since this isn't what my generation would expect. I wonder if this old dog can learn new tricks. Well, guess we will see.
GG, Greatgranny, reminded me I have all ways thought differently as my father raised me rather then my mother. Dad was a truck driver therefore I spent most of my youth in a truck. This was back in a time when girls weren't allowed to have such freedom. I wore jeans, t-shirts, sneakers, ( known as tennis shoes), a cap. Until I was fourteen or so most of my Dad's friends thought I was his son. Safer that way you know. It may have been safer but it left this old girl somewhat onfused. Until I was fifteen or so I more or less lived as a male. Then suddenly I was to live as a female. You know, it was time to be what everyone thought a female should be. So, ok, just what is that? I am still looking for the answer.
Since I have some thinking to do about a house husband, roll reversals and other things I'm off to get some of it done.
Until later,
Granny Aunt Faye
