...and like a Ferrari, they aren't worth a shit unless they're in fifth gear.
The wife bitched at me because nobody could keep up with me. Mind you, I (and she) have been relatively (me, a lot) sedentary for a while.
We are paying for it, today. She came home from work, and I put her to bed for a three hour nap. Then my aspirin wore off. They all woke up hungry, and no one wants to cook, plus the cupboard is bare, unless major preparation is involved.
So after a hot shower and a handful of Ibuprofen, she is off to Safeway to buy some microwave burritos and some salad material. The kids are rested and frisky, and still 'exploring', and they are to bed by 7. Well, that's when we'll start. By 8, the wife and I want to be down on our separate couches, soaking up Smallville, Supernatural, and wine. And painkillers.
Crap, just got a call from the wife from Safeway, and they don't carry the green chili frozen burritos anymore. Communist faggots. Oh well, Chimichangas it is.
If either of looks at the other and asks 'wanna fuck?' tonight, there may just be a homicide.