All the World's A Stage...

Alas for Shasta, who used to boast to his buddies that the perfect wife for him was a deaf mute and then ended up with The Equuschick.

One of Shasta's favourite things to do when The Equuschick has been particularly mouthy is to sigh in mock exasperation and to suggest "Hey, let's put on a play together! You can play the part of the quiet, submissive wife."

Today happened to be his day off work and he was resolved to mow the lawn (a good day's work in and of itself), so he asked The Equuschick to please, please help him get out of bed on time to get it done before they had to leave for town.



So this morning kind of went like the following.

At 6:30 am it was storming pretty hard anyway, so The Equuschick and Shasta went back to sleep until it had stopped.

Then The Equuschick woke Shasta up and he said "Well, it looks like it might rain again" and closed his eyes.

The Equuschick suggested that he might want to get up and get ready anyway and then look to see what the weather would do and he said "Well, I'm not gonna." and rolled over.

And then The Equuschick said, "See, dear, I'm in the this play? And I'm playing the part of the submissive wife and my husband asked me to help get him up this morning?"

And it is a wonder that The Equuschick survived to write this post, indeed it is. Truly Shasta is a long-suffering man.