Just a Gigolo
Just before she left for work this morning, Stephanie mentioned to me, as I was half-asleep, that she was leaving me some money. She set the cash down on my nightstand, kissed me goodbye, and left. When I woke up and saw it, I was taken aback. I felt rather like a gigolo.
She hadn’t really explained why she was leaving money, and that’s what got me. Had I done something special for her? Was this, like, my allowance? What was the deal?
I didn’t find out until tonight that she was leaving it for me for the week because she’d taken out too much money on Sunday. I told her that I felt sort of like a gigolo and she laughed. This was good. I was telling jokes. The rest of the day had not been so pleasant.
As I mentioned on Sunday, I had to do the laundry and the groceries today and I was supposed to do a bunch of other things. As I so often do, I got tied up messing around on the computer and while I managed to get the laundry done, the groceries bought, and the dishes clean, I forgot probably the most important chore of all: getting my car’s oil changed.
So, I’ll go through another week without doing it and I’ll hope that the Check Engine light doesn’t mean anything and that’ll be that. I’m just glad I’m going to work tomorrow so that I can’t possibly waste more time trying to make the laptop and desktop and wireless router cooperate.
Oh, and I forgot to send off my manuscripts for January again. I’m striking out more than Marky Mark Bellhorn, here.