Ball & Chain

What a pretty morning it was...the kind where you could sit outside without gagging in the humidity. So as I sat next to hubby and looked out at the world and glumly said.

"You know, when you work and have the money to travel, you don't have the time."
"Then when you have the time, you don't have the money."
"So in reality, you think you're free when all along there's this ball and chain strapped to your ankle making sure you don't fly too far."

He looked at me, in that familiar look that says he's not sure how to respond 

and knowing I'm not looking for a response anyway.

Then I laughed and said.

"Funny thing is I bet it's like those old Three Stooges cartoons where you could pick up that ball and chain and walk around with it."

"Boy, that would really suck if you spent your entire life believing you couldn't get far because of that ball and chain only to realize on your death bed that the ball and chain were fake and weighed a few ounces."

Hubby was right in not responding;
soon enough I come around full circle in my thinking

Like a ball (and chain) hee hee