80 O’Clock

Wonderful Wife: “Family, we will be getting up tomorrow at 8 o’clock.”

Little Miss Thing, age 6: “Awwww.”

WW: “Oh, I suppose you would prefer 9 o’clock?”

LMT: “How about… EIGHTY o’clock.”

WW: “She gets that from your side of the family, you know.”

(long pause)

Me: “What? Sorry. I was daydreaming about getting to sleep until eighty o’clock.”

All done

I feel I have worked enough for one lifetime. I would now like to retire and live out my days in relative quiet. Maybe write a novel or that zombie screenplay I’ve been trying to get onto paper. Mainly just sleep in and volunteer at community stuff and whatever school or events my kids are currently into. Anyone have a spare $1M? I promise to be incredibly grateful.