Simple Things

After growing up in a house where child slavery was not only condoned but practiced I find that it’s the simple things of life that make it worth living. Things like coming home to two frantic dogs, a loving wife and a new dish washer…

No more hours of slaving over that soapy sink, dreading the sharp sting of the vegetable peeler as your 5 year old fingers probe the bottom of the sink like a pirate digging for gold…no siree. I’m in and out in 5 minutes and then I’m barreling for the door to meet the other neighborhood child slaves for a quick game of cops and robbers…now if I were only 25 years younger this wouldn’t be so disturbing
Like I said, it’s all about the simple things in life……