Saturday, November 28, 2009
Five-Year Bitch
Augusta, Ga. - While Emerson is visiting with my family, Scott and I take the opportunity to get some things done around the house. I wrap gifts, do dishes and laundry, re-purpose some leftover turkey into a turkey-cranberry-almond salad, and bake cookies. Scott tackles the lawn, the storage shed, and some other manly outdoorsy kinds of things.
Triumphantly, I hold up a perfectly baked chocolate chip cookie. But he scrunches his nose like something smells bad.
"What's wrong?"
"You're baking, I'm working in the yard. it's almost as if we're..."
"Married?" I finish for him.
He shakes his head and grins, faking a shudder of disgust.
I resist the urge to throw a cookie at his head. After all, I hate yard work.
Augusta, Ga. - While Emerson is visiting with my family, Scott and I take the opportunity to get some things done around the house. I wrap gifts, do dishes and laundry, re-purpose some leftover turkey into a turkey-cranberry-almond salad, and bake cookies. Scott tackles the lawn, the storage shed, and some other manly outdoorsy kinds of things.
0 comments :
Post a Comment