Another Week On My Own (standard:humor, 911 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Mar 23 2025	Views/Reads: 39/13	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Temptations will come, but I do not have to yield.

Several weeks ago, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage informed me
she would be in St. Augustine with our daughter and granddaughter for 
spring break. 

As always, I really didn't properly process this information. I get so
busy with other things that there are some things I can't process. 

It was a Monday, and as I was drinking my morning coffee, the Gracious
Mistress of the Parsonage came into my office and said, “Well, I guess 
the girls and I will be leaving for the week. I hope you have a good 
week.” 

I put my coffee cup down, looked at her, and said, “What are you talking
about? Where are you going?” 

“Don't you remember weeks ago I told you that our daughter,
granddaughter and I will be going to St. Augustine for the spring 
break?” 

I was stunned and said, “I guess I forgot.” 

She looked at me and smiled. As she was going out the front door, she
said, “Try to behave yourself this week, and most importantly of all, 
do not get any apple fritters. Remember our agreement?” 

Then she opened the door and said, “Your dinners and suppers are in the
refrigerator. Try not to make a mess.” Then she closed the door. 

It took me a few minutes to process this whole idea, and I'm sure she
told me about it, and was helping me prepare for this week. There are 
times I get so busy with a project that I don't hear what's going on 
around me. I may not be at my computer, but I'm still writing in my 
head and thinking about my project. 

I may know what's happening around me, but I'm not processing it as I
should. 

Sitting back in my chair, I thought about the week before me. The
Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will be in St. Augustine, and I will 
be here managing every moment of every day. That doesn't happen often, 
and I wasn't sure where to begin. 

I went back to my office and worked until lunchtime. Usually, at
lunchtime, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage has my lunch all 
prepared for me. All I have to do is sit down and eat it. That has been 
my schedule since I said, “I do.” 

I walked into the kitchen, and there is nothing. I almost call out for
my wife, but then I remember that she isn't here. I am in charge of my 
week. 

I was beginning to feel rather happy. I have the whole week to do
whatever I want, which rarely happens. 

Opening the refrigerator, I saw that she had prepared a whole week's
worth of eating. There were dishes and bowls in the refrigerator, and 
all of them had tags telling me what they were. That was rather 
convenient for me, and I appreciated it very much. 

As I was planning my apple fritter, I remembered that in the Publix
store where I usually get them, all the workers know my wife, and she 
knows them. I remember one time when she was away, I got an apple 
fritter. 

When she came home and went to Publix to buy groceries, everybody told
her I had bought an apple fritter. By the time my wife got home from 
shopping, she knew I had bought an apple fritter behind her back. How 
can you buy something behind her back when everybody knows her? 

I had to put a plan together, which was to go across town to a Publix
that she had never been to. 

I got in my vehicle to drive across town to acquire several apple
fritters for the week. As I began my journey, I just couldn't help but 
chuckle and smile. I can't remember the last time I had an apple 


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