Such a blissful Saturday when your spouse announces upon your good self that on a Jewish Sabbath morn, she will evacuate the homestead with her female progeny in tow towards IKEA.
Much internal hand-rubbing did I indulge upon. Many poorly conceived impossibilities did I imagine in the naive moments before reality clicked quickly into gear. I wasn't overly despondent at the thought of marshaling the remaining male issue. Moreover, I was relishing the concept of a Boys' Day In.
This rapidly dissolved, like.
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