Sloth, Gluttony, Vanity, and Wrath

We hosted four of the Big Seven the other day Chez Roberts. I gave the kids a day off from camp, because… well… They didn’t feel much like going and I didn’t feel much like spending three hours in the car.

So, instead, they spent the day watching TV, playing cards, snacking, and playing Dressup.

Pride was here briefly, but didn’t stay long. I’d like to say it was Greed that made me accept the terms of my separation, but it was more Wrath egging me on. I still haven’t been able to pay my emergency room bills from a while back. And then there’s Dylan’s surgery coming up.

Come on in and make yourself comfortable, Wrathster, my man. Want a beer?

0 thoughts on “Sloth, Gluttony, Vanity, and Wrath

  1. Don

    So you write this fiction so that people with problems can come here and feel better believing that it could always be worse for themselves? I suppose that’s a nice thing to do but, come on, it’s getting a little unbelievable.

    /hope things get better

  2. mindy

    Don, I was thinking the same thing last night – like I’d better scan the darn letter from the IRS!! I found the PDF of the return though, and it was filed by H&R Block, so I at least have a fighting chance.

  3. Angel

    ((((((Mindy))))))  I somehow missed Dylan was having surgery!  I hope everything is ok, send prayers for a quick recovery for him.

    Want a giggle at my expense?  When they say on the Nair package “not for facial hair” they MEAN IT.  My chin looks like I fought some pavement and lost.

    Ok, so that was a pathetic attempt.  Here’s to a better weekend for you!!