Street cleaning day is always the most miserable day of my week. Inevitably I will be the one to move the car from the far side of the street to the other side of the street (where it won't be ticketed). But it must be moved before 9.00 o'clock. Not a big deal in the summer, but now that's it's about 10F outside it's a little miserable to layer a coat, scarf, gloves and hat over top of my sleep shirt and wander out, braless, into the frost bitten world beyond.
And why, you may ask, does all of this have to happen? Why can't I stay warm and cozy under my quilt while my big tough man moves the car? Because I cave. I cave in to the sleepy eyed, pillowheaded, pitiful little grumbles of, "please, baby, please?".
In the early 1900's, women might not have been allowed to vote, but I'll be damned if they were doing a man's work (in this case, it applies to taking out the trash and moving the car on a freezing morning). Helen Kendrick Johnson would be turning in her grave.
I would give up a few social rights to never suffer through this again.
(video unrelated)
2 comments:
i didnt watch the video, but i think that david bazan's face, yes?? im sorry you have to get up and move your car- i can sympathize! (sorta) im so glad youre here! yay!! now if i can only figure out how to "follow" people.... ugh.
:)
that is most certainly david bazan's face. it's a video clip from his dvd "Alone at the Mic" i think ^_^
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