Ungerism

After 24 years, I got Felix Ungered 18 months ago. Wish I could tell you she was alone and broke too, but nope. She's got a new guy, a great job and the house. What the hell? Mixed feelings abound. Part of me wishes she was unemployed and alone, and part of me wishes she was lonely and not working.

On the plus side, I got the cats. The boys and I have wild paries, but I can't take them anywhere because they act like animals. I bet I'm not the only one to go through this, but I don't care about everybody else. This is all about me. I have a lot to offer. I've got this blog, and I have a blog, and sometimes I even blog at night. I've got this great sense of humor, okay I crack myself up, but I'm sure the right woman would laugh. Not at me of course, but with me. If a joke falls in an empty room, does it make a sound?

I am also not as neat as Felix; if you want to see something truly terrifying, come over and look at my bathtub. I'm beginning to think the X was onto something with the weekly cleaning schedule. On the other hand, it's just me so who's gonna notice? I gross myself out, but I'm used to that. Don't get me wrong, I take out the trash and run the dishwasher. Occasionally there are even dirty dishes in it when I hit the wash button. Let's face it, if I'd known this was gonna happen, I'd have paid attention in cooking and cleaning class.

Being set in your ways may make it more difficult to be the good domestic partner, but there are benefits. I blog. Sometimes I take walks. I have even been known to make eggs, and mostly I remember to turn on the burner. Being unemployed isn't the best thing for my sense of worth, but hey...I have a blog. I know how to sort laundry too. That reminds me, I have to go now. I don't have any clean ungerwear.

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