We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Now, gentlemen of Maggies Farm commenters -- why so silent? I'm sure you've done something nice for your spouse today. My husband and I just got back from grocery shopping, and he drove me, because my old knee was threatening to collapse at any minute. That was really nice, and I love him for it. As for what I've done, I'm going to make him a lovely supper. I think that's how it works, Dr. Bliss. Doesn't it?
I took her shopping, bought her furniture, drinks and dinner. We held hands where ever we walked. In return she let me look into her gorgeous brown eyes, let me hear her laugh and reminded me why she allowed me to marry her. I am truly blessed.
I don't have a spouse, but I have spousal. Today I used some of it to buy an electric push mower because I can't do the one I bought last year that says "Pull my string", and I bought some weather stripping, and a battery for my truck, and five fluffy grasses to replace my forsythia, and some mulch, and a Five Guys burgie. Tomorrow I will use the rest to hire a guy to do my mowing for the summer. I don't know why I bought the electric push mower because the guy could do the pull-my-string mower. Oh well. I just realized everything I bought with my spousal requires a spouse for the heavy lifting and pushing. I'm such a idiot. :) Not. The burgie I managed fine.
Meta my sweet ... All that you need now is some gorgeous muscular young man to do your mowing and your other "honey-dos" around the house. You could drive over to the nearest college and ask if anyone wanted to earn some extra money to pay his various bills or expenses. If no one steps up, then you could talk to the local high school seniors on the football team. Goodness, the very thought of it makes me feel quite faint. Why should those Hollywood hussies have all the boy-toys?
Oh, Marianne! Leave it to you for the perfect solution! I put an ad on Craigslist's College Boys Needed, and I have been interviewing all morning. Oh my, I am quite worn out. Bif showed up first... oh, and let me tell you! They all showed up in nothing but cut-offs and large pecs. Anyway, Bif was swoon-inducing but I did manage to get through my interview questions after a drink of water from the hose. I asked them if they could "pull my string", push, pull, trim, ride, and keep oil in the engine, and each said "Yes" with enthusiasm. I showed them the cupholder on my tractor and they liked that amenity. So anyways, after Bif, Thornton, Hobson, Talmadge, and Spike, Phillipe showed up and made me forget my questions! After smiling away for a bit, I managed to say, "Oh, look! A blade of grass!" He grinned and said he could start right away, and I went around back and gave myself a good, cold hosing.
Thanks, Marianne. Whatever would I have done without your suggestion? :) I think there's a spider in my boudoir.