I started cleaning at sun up yesterday morning, and it was well after sunset when I wearily vacuumed my bedroom while the other members of the family were glued to the t.v.

I’m not trying to suggest that they had done nothing else that evening except watch t.v.

No, they had also eaten a bowl of warm, homemade chicken tortilla soup and had randomly deposited their clutter at three different entry points downstairs.

After a while, BT could sense that I was not particularly happy, so he bravely came in to ask what was wrong.

“I feel like the Little Red Hen!”

His response, though not meant to be funny, has brought a smile to my face all day: “The sky is falling???”

Wrong bird.