i cant find the remote

i have misplaced my remote - so here i am on a saturday night - assed out from a minimally exciting day shift. i left work with $44. i am home with a sub par bottle of wine (i prefer Little Penguin Pinot Grigio - new zealand - cuz ill go ape for some Little P grape - anyway...the store was outta my brand)and i cant find the remote. its in another room or buried in the pillows/comforter...and since my tv is 20' in the air - i guess i will watch the Mighty Ducks while sipping on sub par vino...

so, in the background of a movie that i dont care so much to watch, however,is background noise,when i overhear, "IS THAT ALL THAT IS STOPPING YOU?"

in my most solid core of beliefs, is this: "what is the lesson and the gift?". i cant recall who imparted that wisdom on me, but im stuck, on a saturday nite, exhausted from a long week of obligations other than my own, trying to squeeze in what i want and what i need to do aside from cleaning and shopping and caring for a family, ...trying to build something bigger and better than myself...sipping on a sub par bottle of wine...

when background noise, relays, "is that all that is stopping you?".

so, the lesson and the gift, which are never solved in order...when i figure out whats stopping me, then i suppose ill have the lesson and the gift, or maybe the gift and the lesson...

quack...quack...quack...quack...


its cooked

my wife done left me

somedays...i am the sappiest country song you could imagine...

but this little ditty...is about being worn out.dog tired.rode hard.put away wet.know when to hold em - know when to fold em... passed the squealing worm ...got runned over by a damned ol train...and every other trite hokey expression that i cant think of because im too tired...

my wife done left me...and i am a straight heterosexual female - and when i say my wife done left me - i mean the chick that still holds to female duties and obligations that are tied to traditional stereotypes of what feminine duties are and what we should be relegated to...im not saying im going to poorly portray let alone reprise demi moore's role in navy seals...nor am i going to try to carve a gourd into the most fabulous tablescape like martha would...

i'm just saying - my wife done left me...and im here handling all this on my own...and i am going to assume the Al Bundy position, minus hand on junk, and ride the couch...