I cooked last night. What you may or may not know is I don’t cook very much anymore. The hubs does all that stuff these days. Woe is me, right? So…
Dinner was country-fried steak. Usually his specialty – I taught him, thanks – but I wanted to give him a break, so I cooked.
What a fail. Nearly epic. We’re so sick. Feels like food poisoning because it hit quick last night and hasn’t yet gone away. I get home today and he says:
“I thought the oleander was lookin’ a little thin.”
“Yeah, I shoulda’ upped the self-dose and built my immunity up a little more because I got myself along with you. I’ll be smarter next time.”
“After you raise the accidental death insurance?”