One of the hardest tasks of my daily life is getting a pair of pants on a seven month old girl. First one leg and then try the other. At which point she's kicked off the first one. Continue and repeat until cross words are spoken (usually by me).
I'm trying to figure out what kind of job this is preparing me for:
- Bomb technician
- Cattle rustler
- Pro golfer
- Swami
Whatever it is, it's not 'travel agent'.
2 comments:
Cat herder
Dang, - this one doesn't get easier, eh?
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