The guys have gone to Vegas, yes they have flown the coop;
And so it stands to reason, I'm ten feet deep in poop.
From noses to bottoms, I get to clean them all,
Including the potty that's floating down the hall.
Now I like home improvement, but this one is a bummer,
Because I never planned on learning to become a plumber.
I went into the restroom to see that all was cool,
And make sure there weren't any sharks 'swimming in the pool.'
Something was amiss, there was no water in the bowl,
So I leaned in a bit closer and gave the knob a pull.
I lept back in revulsion as the toilet gave a rend,
And vomited back at me the contents hiding 'round the bend.
I plunged, and yelled, and plunged but it wasn't any use.
Why is it that when hubby's gone, life gives me this abuse?
Off I go to Wal-Mart to find myself a snake,
A tool from which 'occlusions' cannot hope to escape.
I'm knee deep in poop and it occurs to me,
That while I'm at this task I should charge a handsome fee!
The pay ain't much and I demand a raise,
For everyone one of us who has had this kind of day.
So, let's all have a laugh-this one is on me.
Here's to the Air Force Wives and my victory!
Deborah is a military wife and mother of two children. It is her goal to approach moral ambivalence armed with strong opinions rooted in scripture (lively debate encouraged) and with an open, kind heart. She desires to engage both seekers and believers alike that Christ may be glorified.