Norma slings a chicken across the room into a pot and tosses in some potatoes, grabs clothes from a basket and launches into ironing while hiking up her skirt and inviting her husband “in”, if you know what I mean. After all, she’s a working mother who can do three things at once.
How many hundreds of days have felt like this to you? I was having a doozy of a Norma Rae day. I almost escaped when the elevator door opened and there stood an LA County Sheriff with a court order in his hand. “Hi Doc. Here ya’ go”.
I dragged myself home, told the hubs I had a Norma Rae day. He leaped into action and made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, G-d bless him. I went to bed. It’s the only way to end a Norma Rae day.
I just know you’re laughing.
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