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ted in the bedroom but then, this is not normally.
• I got up the next morning, sniffed the air and noticed something strange. Usually every morning I get up and smell coffee brewing. Where in the world is the coffee? I asked myself. I went into the kitchen and no coffee was brewing.
• Then it dawned on me. I'm in charge. Ha. Ha.
• I grinned a big grin as I brewed my morning coffee, and the day was set. I left the house for my office as I usually do. All day long, I labored at my laboring, and then it was time to go home.
• I went home and sat in my chair to watch some evening news. I began to realize something was wrong.
• I said to myself, "Where is supper?"
• Then it dawned on me. I'm in charge. Ha.
• I did not smile as much as I shuffled into the kitchen to look for something resembling supper. I raided the refrigerator of all the foodstuff I could find. Then I put my supper together and gravitated to the table to enjoy my supper.
• After the first bite of what I called my "supper," I said to myself, "Yuck, this certainly is not the fare I'm used to." I crunched it all and washed it down with 3 gallons of lukewarm coffee. Do not let this get back to anybody that you might know or that might know me, but I am a lousy cook.
• As I thought about this, I begin to evaluate the situation. It is not my fault I am a bad cook. The fault must lie with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She does all the cooking around here and her cooking is so marvelous that anything I might set on the table is "yuck-fare" in comparison. Through the years, she has adequately trained me to appreciate fine dining.
• I tried to make a mental note about this but could not find a pencil at the time.
• Then on Friday, I ran out of underwear. This is something new for me because it has never happened before. I searched through my dresser drawers and could not find any underwear. They have always been in my dresser drawers for as long as I can remember. Now, they are nowhere to be found.
• I cast a wistful eye in the direction of the washer/dryer and noticed a huge pile of dirty underwear. I can never remember this happening before. I said to myself, "Why has nobody done the laundry?" After all, I can never remember a time when the laundry has piled up quite as much as it has this week.
• Then it dawned on me. I'm in charge.
• Not really knowing how to do laundry, I tried to work out a plan of recycling my underwear. After all, my wife is an expert at recycling. She recycles everything.
• It was late Friday morning when I noticed this afore mentioned strange phenome

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