Four F's

Don't accuse me of experting, but I do believe I am cycling fast and furious through the "Four F's" today. Freeze, Flight, Fight and Fawning. I scare my own self during this particular cycle. High Voltage Warning. Do not put a fork in my electrical socket today. I gauren-damn-tee-ya, the sparks WILL fly. Not even the head nuclear scientists can accurately predict WHERE the sparks will fly off to. My fawning gets especially dramatic. Worthy of a 4th of July display. . . Please let me notify the emergency response teams before you ask me to smoke there. Puff, puff.

Hubs wants to talk retirement and estate planning in politically correct vernacular. I doesn't get to call an Executor an Executor unless I do so in precisely the correct blank on the form. Good luck with that one, my mono-lingual love. Remember me? The amateur linguist who reserves the right to play with any language or dialect, whether you approve of my accent or knot? You complimented me on what I did with the office grammar nazi at the company party. You even brought me one of the doodles which sprang from her new and improved uses for her colored pen collection. Same trait, hubby dearest. Some uses of the trait is better than others, I s'pose.

Am I lucky to have two desk sets at which I have running dialogs on retirement and estate planning? One desk set prefers to call me, "Missus Surname, Housewife." The other desk set prefers to call me, "Specialist 4 Surname, honorably discharged, Viet Nam Era."

Bet ya dollars to wishes ya already guessed which I would visit for retirement and estate planning, should I decide this is a good day to run those numbers. Not really believing it is a good day for it, but a good housewife is always ready for action, hubby dearest. Reporting for duty, Sir.

Plying therapy tools. . .