Just One More Thing

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Today is the day my missus and I go to the college to bring our youngest son home now that he's finished his junior year of college. Actually, we aren't going up there to bring him back. He has his own vehicle. We are going up to bring back the things that won't fit into his vehicle. In preparation for his homecoming, my wife decided we needed to do a big shopping excursion to Sam's Club and Target this morning. To bribe me to go along, she cooked me a breakfast of bacon and eggs. When we got there, found out why she needed me along. There were several heavy - over 20 pound/10 kilogram - items on her list. Included were 2 42 pound bags of cat litter, a 20 pound bag of cat food, and 2 20 pound bags of garden soil. At Target, all her items were lightweight and I was able to enjoy a visit to Starbucks where I finished the first draft of what I hope will be my seventh book. When we got home from shopping we put everything away. Then my missus suggested - wife speak for commanded - we clean the house. I chose to clean the floors. It was then she informed me that the vacuum's filters needed to be cleaned before I started using it. So I cleaned the filters, reassembled the vacuum, and vacuumed both downstairs and upstairs. I also swept and mopped the kitchen. My missus cleaned the bathrooms. I though I was done and ready to sit down and relax for a while until it was time to leave to get our son. I should have known better. "Just one more thing," my missus said with a guilty smile. "Could you go ahead and dust the living room?" Again, this was a command, not a request. I fussed a little and told her this better be the only "Just one more thing." It won't be, but for the moment I am sitting, trying to relax, and anticipating with irritated expectation the next "Just one more thing." How is your Saturday going so far?