I have pretty good vision, but in one of nature's tit-for-tat gestures toward balance, I have poor hearing. Yesterday I thought I heard Dear Wife say to me, "I'm going upstairs to do some wiccan."
Leaving aside the misused form of Wicca (sp?), why was she suddenly practicing witchcraft? And upstairs? I demanded clarification.
"I said Quicken--Quicken! To do the bills! On the computer."
Here's a guy whose head already looks shrunken.
Just through the April Door. - We'll see if all my color dabbling/learning makes it into this piece. The dabbling and math for complements helped a bit. Sped me up. Took me as long to do ...