
Task #2 that has more than earned the label "chore" is.....going to the post office. Once again. Kind people. Great service. Super convenient to our home. Not a difficult task. And still, I look at the stack of bills (yes, I still pay them the old fashioned way. So!?) and letters (yes, I do write to people--who wants a mailbox filled only with bills and Kmart circulars?), upper right hand corner of the envelops all naked and lonely. Looking for the face of Elvis or an American flag to adorn it so it can be on its merry way to Chicago or Dallas or wherever else. I turn to Mark. I don't even need to say anything anymore; he simply takes the stack, rolls his eyes and they're gone. Poof! Magically stamped and in the mail.
Don't even get me started on pumping gas! I'm not the girly girl who doesn't like to get dirty. That's not the issue. Fumes aside, getting gas is a game I simply do not enjoy playing. The jockeying for position at the pumps, waiting behind that inconsiderate person who pumps gas and leaves his car there, still connected to the pump after he's done, while he goes inside to buy Bugles and Red Bull. Yeah--move your car, Ace!

More than once, I've abandoned the whole scene, come home and reported, as I walk up the steps into the house, "I've gotta go out and get gas after dinner." And I know, because he's a Saint, Mark will take my car and do it for me. And maybe even bring back a Red Bull.**
So, I say, I'll wash the windows. I'll tackle the toilets. I'll clean the kitchen (actually, my favorite job!) and I'll do load after load of laundry. But the cleaners, gas and stamps? Not happenin'...at least not without a lot of grumbling! What's on your "necessary evil" list of chores?
**editorial license; author has never (will never) consumed a Red Bull thank you very much!
Yes, my sweet: Getting gas, going to the post office and the dry cleaners can suck it. Let's also add mowing the f*ing lawn, shall we? xoxo
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