Years ago, I met George and my life became magical. I was so full of hope for the future and couldn’t wait for all he promised me to come true.
Well, that George is a lyin’ you-know-what. To date, nothing, NOTHING he promised me has come true. For instance –
There is no Food-a-rack-a-sacker – I still have to slave in the kitchen if child-unit and I want to eat something other than Cool Ranch Doritos.
I still have to get out of bed by myself, take a shower, wash AND style my own hair, brush my own teeth and dress myself.
There is no Rosie housemaid or a vacuuming robot (though if I was rich enough I could have a Roomba)
Where is the Indestructo suit, that protects you from everything and never needs washed? In fact, to wash it, would destroy it.
The car that I can drive 5500 mph in without worrying about getting a ticket?
Being able to take a pill for all meals and not have to stop to shop, menu plan or cook?
The automatic sliding house door that means I never have to repair another door knob, after I run into it so hard, I break it off?
Yup, George Jetson, you’re a liar.
And we’re through, just in case you hadn’t figured that out yet…