Menolly wrote:I met her in a club down in old Soho
Where you drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry-cola...
She's a cutie, Phantasm!
Agreed. But you reminded me of
this. 
Physically tired and emotionally drained. I want to stand up on a soapbox and shake my fist at all the people who want to treat my husband like he is a machine they can just plug in and use whatever way they want. They'll call him and be like, "Come and organize our children's camp, print up 1,000 devotionals for all the kids and staff, bring money for feeding everyone and your van to haul us everywhere and your equipment and generator and don't forget jerry cans full of fuel for the generators, and when we're done carry me and my family to your house and let me stay there for a few days because I'm going to need a vacation, and then you can give me transport money to go home." Oh, and his boss calls from America and says "Set your own plans for tomorrow aside because you're going to spend half the day in the bank getting money for my employees and purchasing supplies for my empty house and don't forget to haul the garbage out and make sure my dogs are fed and my vehicle is still running because I won't be there for another several months but just do my job while I'm away." And then our pastor calls and says "My 6-week annual leave is done but I didn't get any rest so please fill in at the church for me for another couple weeks (at least he says please and thank-you)".
Yes, he does know how to say no, but people just ask more and more and I feel like stealing his phone one night and blocking a whole list of numbers....
Thus endeth my rant for today.
(I know it's probably not politically viable, but still....)
