It is Saturday night and I have been a bachelor for four days now. Mrs. Cranky has been working upstate since Wednesday, her dance studio employer is holding its annual ballroom dance competition…serious stuff if you are a ballroom dancer.
You may be wondering what I have been up to during my days as a carefree bachelor. I was left with only one command, “Don’t forget to bring in the mail.” Mrs. Cranky is serious about two things, taking in the mail every day, and answering every phone call.
Getting the mail has been easy, the phone I let go to the answering machine. In the meantime, I stay up as late as I want and sleep in late every morning…actually I can do that all the time. I am able to watch whatever TV I want, and practice my guitar for hours…actually I can do that when Mrs. Cranky is home.
In her absence, I got to play golf three days where ordinarily I would only have been able to play…actually I get to play golf pretty much whenever I want.
At dinner time, I have barbequed every night and have enjoyed an occasional cigar and a glass of wine while cooking. OK, probably several glasses of wine. Mrs. Cranky doesn’t like me to drink that often on account of that being a drunk thing. I do get to smoke an occasional cigar and barbequing is nothing new.
So to recap, as "Bachelor Cranky" I have been able to do pretty much the same stuff I do when Mrs. Cranky is at home, except I have done them all without Mrs. Cranky hanging around.
I will be very glad when it is Sunday and Mrs. Cranky is back home.
This bachelor stuff is not all it is cranked up to be.
Stupid Headline Sunday has been delayed one day because this post would not make any sense if posted later in the week.