A Random Conversation With My Husband.

It was an all too familiar moment.  I came home from grocery shopping; unloaded the baby and the groceries from the car and as I was putting everything away, I realized I forgot a key ingredient for that night’s dinner.  So, I called my husband.

“Hey babe,” he answered.

“Hey.  Watchya doing?”

“Um…..I’m at work so I’m…um…working.”

“You’re working? At work?  Is that what you do all day?”

He laughed.  “Yep.  It’s a nasty habit.”

“I have a favor to ask.”

“What’s that?” he responded.

“I need you to stop on your way home and grab spaghetti sauce.”

“Sure.  Why?”

“I need it so I can feed you dinner tonight.”

“Well,” he began. “What if I don’t want spaghetti sauce for dinner?  What if I want something else?  Like, noodles to go with it?”

I snorted into the phone.  “Picky! Picky!  Maybe if you’re nice I’ll add chicken to it.”

“Chicken?”

“Yes.  In those fancy, fandangled restaurants like Olive Garden or Macaroni Grill, they sometimes serve chicken with sauce and noodles.  It’s how the better half lives.”

“Ah.” He responded.  “So, what?  You’re gonna cook the chicken and cut it up….”

“Cook the chicken?”  I interrupted.  “What’s with all these demands?”  I sighed, “Fine!  I’ll cook the chicken.  But I’m not cutting it up.  You’re a big boy.  You can do that all by yourself.”

“Okay,” he said.  “Do you need anything else?”

“More money,” I responded.

“I’ll work on that.”

“Good: and while you’re at it I’d also like fame.”

“Sorry dear,” he said. “Fame is your department.”

“Well that’s just great.  Not only do I have to make dinner tonight but now I’m also responsible for achieving star power.”

Shortly after I hung up the phone I realized we were low on milk so I called him back. Unfortunately for me, he didn’t answer the phone this time.  Added bonus – I didn’t know his voicemail wasn’t set up.  He never got my message.  Oh well!  Serves me right for going to the store with out a list.  Someday I’ll learn.

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