priceless
Lately, we roll in the door some time after five. Usually I make it home before Nic does.
As soon as he walks in the door,
N: "So, what's the plan tonight?"
Already knowing perfectly well what I am going to say, but secretly hoping it will be different.
M: "P90X workout, salad for dinner {again}, and more homework."
N: sigh
But Sunday... now that was a different story.
I had a little more time on my hands so I put my domestic self to work and actually made something other than salad! Look out!
A little steamed broccoli, shake and bake chicken nuggets, and mashed potatoes and gravy (nothing from a box except the shake and bake I'll have you know).
M: "Vwalaa! Dinner is served my love."
N: squeal - "A THREE COURSE MEAL!!"
I'm hoping that will give me the wife of the year award to make up for what's coming next.
Um, NO, it is SO not P90X, salad, and homework. I can't believe you would even think such a thing.
