For instance, I’m not sure if I can write about the two
dozen or so burnt dinners that have occurred over the past year when he was in
charge. I can’t describe the scent of split pea soup that was left to fully
boil for 2 hours when the recipe clearly said to simmer … and watch carefully.
I can’t write about the frozen pizzas which looked more like molten lava two
days after an eruption. (Who burns frozen pizza?) If I do, his thoughts turn to
deprived children who were starving to death under his watch.
I also cannot write about the bathroom paint job which had
to be redone because someone pulled the wrong can off the shelf while I wasn’t
home. If I do, his thoughts turn to failing as a handyman and letting his
relatively new wife down.
And never, ever can I bring up again the trip to go hiking
in southeastern Ohio while we were dating. I was in charge of the picnic. He
was in charge of getting directions. When we saw the “Welcome to West Virginia”
sign, and he pulled out his laptop to check where we were, I knew something was
wrong. If I do, his thoughts turn to the time we missed in the woods and a
ruined getaway. It really wouldn’t have been so bad if the highway patrolman
hadn’t suggested we backtrack via a road that had more curves than Brittany
Spears career, causing me to get horribly car sick.
I definitely have to be more careful. I can’t write about
any of this stuff.
Sandra; OK, OK.. I always knew you were funny and now I know your a good writer too. So I will follow you in hopes of reading a few interesting articles hmpw
ReplyDeletetotally relating to this. :) sorry i disappeared Saturday...got so tired. You did FABULOUS!!!! Proud to call you my friend of three days. ;) i miss out table already! looking for you on fb. Rachel
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