Life in the fast lane
On Sunday I drove Fudge to Ohare, parked (no small feat I can assure you), flew to LGA, taxied to Manhattan where I promptly got in line (sorry ON line) at 34th and Madison.
After the toilet story, see previous post, we went to J2, Macy's and then I got back in a taxi, back to LGA, back to Ohare, then drove back to Milwaukee.
Shoot me now.
Today I took Larry to Yeshiva. That was four hours ago. So far he needs another pillow, more towels, his bathing suit (not sure where he left it) and the laundry bag. I am sure by Sunday the list will be longer. So that's two down.
On Sunday Moe will report for duty as a sophmore... and then there were three.
People keep asking me how I feel. My head is spinning. I keep trying to count balls in the air, which may or may not still be there. All in all though, there are less dishes in the sink and less clothes in the chute. Is that a bad thing?
I ask you.