"Hi, I'm the end of your rope - pleased to meet you!"
This househusband thing is getting real old. Like hip-replacement old. Old like those giant sequoia trees that were reaching for the sky when Jesus was doing his holy thang. Yeah, like that.
When I started this little hiatus from the office, I was kind of excited about not having to work, and instead enjoying a lifestyle that comprised of sitting on the couch consuming mucho potato chips, playing videogames till my hands resembled those of oompa-loompas, and generally making like the proverbial porker in its' own filth.
But I've discovered during my piglet tenure that a man cannot subsist on chips, games and shit alone, oh no.
It's kind of sad, but this rat actually wants back in the race.
