Ellemental

You might wonder what life with the VIM is really like.  Well, it goes something like this:

At 6:30pm I say, “Sure, I’ll be happy to help you move the canoe to the back wall of the garage as long as I don’t have to go in the yard for anything because I just have my slippers on.”

Two hours later I’m in the yard in my slippers, in the dark, in 48 degree weather.  The sky is clear and the stars are bright.  There is a coyote howling from up the mountain.  I am getting a lesson on how to swing a golf club.  The VIM wants to go inside and I keep saying, “Ok, just one more.  Ok, just one more.”