On my 66th birthday, my son and his wife handed me a color-coded 12-day chore list
Part1: tls On my 66th birthday, my son and his wife handed me a color-coded 12-day chore list, kissed the kids goodbye, and flew off on an $11,200 Mediterranean cruise. No cards. No cakes. Not even a “happy birthday.” On my sixty-sixth birthday, my son and his wife handed me a list of house…
