We’re still waiting for the pot roast to melt into its full unctuous potential, so we go to step outside, kill some time. I halfheartedly sling the screen door open and of course smack my shoulder into it as I pass through (hey, I’m hungry here). Being me, I give Mike the stinkeye as if it’s his fault that my coordination is not totally up to par.
“Honey, I’m sorry, but it helps to fully open doors before you walk through them. Pro tip.”
He’s a smart guy, what can I say. Can’t be easy to be married to me. Biggest complaint of late is that I’m addicted to the computer as though it were crack. My defense, “Can I help it if I like people?” is met by a terse, “Yes, it’s a character flaw.”
So you can imagine my glee, being quick to reply, “I’m so blogging this right now.”