Trial Separation
So when my favorite wife left me on this “trial separation”, or rather, this necessary separation that has turned into a trial, we both knew it was necessary for her to take care of family matters.
I was kinda lookin’ forward to it. The silence was golden. Well, up until it was time to eat. That’s when the muttering began. By the third day I was talking to myself, and I must say, found my own company and discourse quite companionable. I can be pretty funny at times, (but I try not to laugh out loud – that would be immodest.)
By the fifth day I was beginning to find my own voice grating on my nerves, and my jokes were no longer funny.
By the sixth day I was going morose. Not talking much, more back to muttering. And when I did mutter something trivial, my reaction was to just say, “SHUT UP!”
Yesterday I was mad enough at the chickens I threatened to shoot one of them to make the rest behave. (It’s a darn good think I’m not going to a shrink right now – they would take away my guns for sure.) (more…)