Whenever my husband, Steve, brings up retirement, I start to panic. For very, very, very good reasons.
For example, the other day he offered to help me grocery shop.
As the check-out guy took our cart, Steve said, “I think I have an idea for some productivity improvements here.”
“Huh?” I asked distractedly, sliding my Visa through the credit card machine.
“If we shopped for items with the intention of loading the grocery bags more efficiently, we could then fill up the bags more quickly, thus eliminating some wasteful moments.”
DO YOU SEE WHY I THINK HE SHOULD STOP TALKING ABOUT RETIREMENT????? I mean, dropping in the harness is NOT a bad way to go.