Just another manic Monday....

I've never liked Mondays much... possibly because they usually go something like this...

"Ground Hog Day...aaaa-gain (sigh) today (sigh)".... Daddio muttered as he slipped his arm into his trusty light blue (very worn) button up shirt getting prepared to go off to the mill.

He sighed a minute later as he struggled to get his second leg into his pants.

A pair of slightly worn stone colored Docker khakis, one of three pairs that he owns and considers his "uniform".

As usual I watched (and snickered a bit) as I prepared his bagged lunch.

Packing the same old same old..cause you know what? That is what he likes...

The next morning, with that Ground Hog Day comment still on my mind I figured I'd be a good wife and switch things up... (confuse the cat, tee-hee)

I decided some egg salad sounded different (new and exciting..woo-hoo) and so I made a big bowl and packed the yummy stuff into one of those new sandwich pitas... I even washed a couple of lettuce leaves and put them in there to jazz it up...( I was on an anti-ground hog's day roll here)

Proud of myself (yeah, it doesn't take much) that this day he would be eating something not so Ground Hog Day-ish...

"Hey" Daddio said later when he came home from the coal mine "thanks for that egg salad soupy soup you sent me today.. it dripped down my arm and made my cuffs wet and I smelled like hard boiled eggs all day long"..

"Great, my plan worked..." I answered back.

A couple of days later I tried the pita again.. (they don't last forever you know and I hate to waste food)... this time I decided to not put the (fresh, new) egg salad into the pita, instead I put it into a small Tupperware container w/lid, then I put the lettuce wrapped in a paper towel (to better hold in the wet, yo) in a baggie and I packed a stark naked pita...

oh, and a fork and knife too... a do it yer self kinda lunch.

The next morning found me ironing Daddio's worn black button up shirt... while he hopped around the kitchen trying to catch the leg of his stone colored Docker khakis...


"Ummm... you aren't going to make me make my own sandwich again today, are you?" he asked.


"I tried to put that egg salad soup into the dried folded thingy which tore apart as I tried to stuff it in.

Don't send that anymore, okay?


I just want a sandwich with a piece of bologna and some mustard, but not too much mustard, and some chips, and an apple and a bag of grapes..., you know, the usual".

I could do this job blindfolded with one hand tied behind my back...

and that right there my friends is the beauty of Ground Hogs Day with a man who likes what he likes but who apparently doesn't know that he likes what he likes, and only what he likes and don't you dare try to change things up...

Seriously, why complicate things....

Happy Toooooo-s-day to ya all.