I’ve got nothing today, so I dug through the 46 pages of unposted crap I’ve accumulated since January to see if I could salvage anything. I came across this one. It’s a month old, but somehow still resonates.
It was Husband’s birthday, so he took the day off from work. The kids were at preschool, so it was just the two of us at home. Hmmmm, what’s a married couple to do when they’re finally alone together in a quiet house? (I’ll give you a hint: it’s not the same thing you would do pre-vows.)
The answer? Indian food buffet!!!
Things went well between husband and wife up until the very end:
Him: I can’t eat another thing.
Me: Me, neither. But, I still want rice pudding. I’ll be right back.
Him: Wait, bring me some, too.
Me: Just come up with me. I can’t carry all that.
Him: It’s two bowls.
Me: Plus spoons.
Him: You have two hands.
Me: You have two working legs.
Him: But, it’s my birthday.
Me: Did you turn 100?
Me: Fine, but I draw the line at spoon-feeding you. You might still have one or two good years left.
In the meantime, I might want to work on my bedside manner.