“Now it’s time to work for me.”

That’s a direct quote from my beloved.

I, along with many other wonderful people, have worked overtime to defeat Amendment One.  Rest assured, we will work as hard as we need to work as long as we need to work to achieve equal rights for GLBT people. I, however, will not be working for GLBT rights the next few days.

I will be working for my wife at least until 12 midnight Mother’s Day.  And that is how it should be.  Victoria, my wife of 33 years, was in labor with my son for 48 hours.  She has been an outstanding mother for my only begotten son.  How do you repay that?  I’ll tell you how, by working in Victoria’s gardens, by doing everything the woman asks until – until midnight on Mother’s day.  Yes, my bride milks it for everything she can get out of me.

I would write more on this topic but I’ve got to go to Roundtree Plantation to buy some white impatiens – “regular impatiens, not the double impatiens,” she says as if I’m a garden idiot.  She’s right, I have no clue about what she just said, but Roundtree employees do.  They’ll load me up with the flowers, along with stinky mushroom compost, peat moss, a soil and nutrient mixture, and one of my wife’s favorite things – Osmocote.  She spreads out Osmocote like she’s recreating the Garden of Eden before the unfortunate expulsion.

It’s 7 am Thursday, May 11, 2012.  Only 17 + 24+ + 24  + 24 hours until I’m free – free at last, free at least, thank God almighty I’m free at last.

“You can take your Mother’s Day slave butt right out the door.”

That’s another direct quote.