That's right, Lucy. Fred heard Ricky say that he is completely tired of worrying about every little trite thing that comes along, especially those associated with his domestic household.

Oh, I don't believe that! Ricky does absolutely nothing around here - his domestic household. I do everything. If anyone was going to go the route of becoming less stressed, it would be me!

Well, I wouldn't take all this too seriously, Lucy.

Yeah? Why?

Fred tried something similiar once when he was tired of managing this apartment building.

What'd he do?

Believe it or not, he started to, one, get out of bed in the morning at about 11, two, start having the tennants slip the rent checks under our door.

I remember that one!

And three, he knocked off at 2! PM!

Did that really happen, Ethel?

It sure did! It did until I threatened to expose his scheme of depositing the rent checks immediately into a short term high-yield money-market account, then, a week or so later, move that money into the building owner's account.

So, what's wrong with that?

Do you have any idea how much interest income can be rung up on this whole building's tennants' rent money, even for one week?

A lot?

Let's just say it was sufficient to sock away, until I ended it, about 300 G's.

Whaaaaat?! If it was so lucrative, why did you end it?

(thinking a little harder)

Yeah, that wasn't real smart, was it?

It was not only not real smart, it was stupid.

I think I just got sick of Fred laying around for all but three hours a day.

Well, I guess I can see that.