Ah, Saturday morning. The one day of the week where you can count on some well-deserved relaxation – a leisurely day of Rambo reruns, sitting around in your underwear eating junk food, and at the end of the day, a little trip to the bar.
But no. I guess women look at Saturdays differently. To them, Saturday is a day of punishment: chores, projects, and Honey-Dos. All the crap that we men know can wait until another day, or maybe never, but please, just not today.
I should have been a lion. If I were a lion, all I would have to do is sit around looking fierce, eat the meat that the females drag in, beat up on other male lions, and make little lions. That’s it.
And when I was done, I’d head on down to the local water hole, and no lioness would try to stop me.
Of course, being a lion has its disadvantages. Humans don’t have to worry about having their head mounted on the library wall. That, and we don’t make good rugs. Maybe chores aren’t so bad after all.