Ants, Ants, Ants, Where's the Uncles (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 27 2021	Views/Reads: 1205/831	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Ants are so little, and yet they can create such a big problem if not taken care of. Where are the uncles?

I have learned in my life that the small things are the ones that get
you down. 

You would think the big things are the ones to steal most of your time.
But those big things call attention to themselves from the very 
beginning. You know they're there, you know you have to do something 
about it, and so you do. 

The little things in life, usually unnoticed and ignored, cause most of
the problems. 

Everybody has their definition of what a "small problem" really is. 

A small problem for me is finding the pen I need for a particular
project. I have a different pen for each project, and I don't like to 
mix them up. Someone in the family thinks it's crazy for me to have 
that kind of a problem. But everybody is crazy in some way. 

Another small problem for me would be finding the right book to do some
research for the day. Believe me, that small problem can become a huge 
problem towards the end of the day. 

But then there is the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. 

She never met a problem she can't fix and fix right away. No problem, in
her mind, goes without being fixed right now. 

Sometime this year, we will be celebrating our 50th wedding anniversary.
For 50 years, I have lived with her, and I have learned some things 
about her. 

For example, when something isn't working right, she stops whatever she
is doing and fixes it, and if it can't be fixed, then it really isn't 
broken. 

This is quite different from me. There is nothing I can fix. If it isn't
broken, I can't even fix it. That's why we make an excellent team. 

There is nothing I can't break and there is nothing she can't fix. What
a team we make. 

There is nothing too big that she cannot fix and fix right away. I've
always appreciated that, and I can't imagine how much money we have 
saved by not hiring fix-it people to come and fix something. 

The truth be known, I never noticed anything is broken until after my
wife fixes it. What would our home be if she wasn't around? 

But then recently I discovered something new about her. 

My wife and her daughter and granddaughter spent three days doing some
thrift store shopping in St. Augustine. That meant I was in charge of 
the house for three days. I still don't understand why she left me in 
charge for that long of a period, but I don't look a gift horse in the 
mouth. 

Anyway, I was in charge, and I tried to be as careful as possible, so I
wouldn't get into any trouble. However, someone in the house dropped 
some cat food by the door as they fed the cats. I'm not at liberty to 
reveal that person's name. 

I never encountered any problem those three days and enjoyed myself; at
least, I thought I was enjoying myself. 

My wife came home on a Thursday, and that night we went to bed, and
early the following morning, as I was shaving, I heard a loud voice 
coming from the kitchen area. 

"What are you doing in here?" 

I almost cut myself shaving, thinking we had an intruder, and I better
get out there to see what's happening. 

When I got to the kitchen my wife was at the door, looking down with
some can of spray in her hand, yelling, "Get out of here and never come 


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