Live Longer has been working less lately and we both believe this will really aid in her ability to live up to her namesake. She seems happier, healthier and recently had a revelation which she shared with me one night while the two of us were at her house, enjoying wine.
“It’s the end of the world,” she softly told me after looking around the room to be sure no one heard.
“You know how I know it’s the end of the world?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer. “I don’t want to work.”
“Is that one of the signs? I really don’t know, I’m not well-versed, pun intended, in the Bible,” I replied and asked, “Why did you whisper that to me? Is someone here who shouldn’t know about this?”
“I’m like a Roman elitist. Lazy. I wouldn’t mind a white male slave,” she informed me, still whispering.
She may be on to something. We both love wearing mumus and, accessorized with the right gold rope, they could easily take on the appearance of a toga. Plus, she’s got a really cute narrow-striped tunic, probably from Old Navy or Banana Republic, that she could wear under the mumu to alert others of her position of aristocracy.
In addition, we’re really good at drinking wine, spending money, relying on others for the hard labor, and we have both witnessed corruption.
Based on all of these signs it seems it may be either the end of the world or the beginning of an empire. My vote’s on the latter.