My weekend really was a modern day Tale of Two Cities.
Friday eve and Saturday were just fine, thanks, starting with the Bee Gees tribute concert at Del Crary Park, although the wife is still smarting over my referring to Tragedy as our wedding song during Friday morning's bit on Star 93.3.
Where's the girl I married, the one with the sense of humour who found everything I said at least mildly amusing? Someone call the cops. She's been kidnapped.
Saturday saw a bit of a sleep-in, some time with the newspaper, a few mindless chores and, that evening, downtown and billiards with some pals. A good day but then Sunday dawned.
At the wife's request, I dug some stuff out of the shed she was looking for. No big deal. That is until she found some mice crap on the shed floor. Not good. She freaked. That was around 11:30 a.m.
At 5 p.m., the shed -- a small barn, actually, that my ceramically-minded Italian in-laws built a few years back -- was empty and I was scrubbing away.
I was sure that if Hunta virus didn't kill me, the bleach fumes would.
This morning, the contents of the shed filled the side yard. The neighbours no doubt awoke to wonder if a gypsy family had moved in.
I'm at work today. Thank God. I need the break.
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