
Never underestimate the deliciousness of random body parts. (Photo credit: Wally Gobetz)
Yesterday
I cooked
chicken livers.
They were irony
and very tasty.
She
had challenged me
to do
something
of use.
She
wanted me
to iron something,
anything,
for our date that evening.
I put the iron
in dinner
and she was not amused.
Then she
did
my laundry
properly,
thoroughly,
lovingly
to teach me a lesson.
So witty! Delicious read π
Thanks. π
Now do cynicism
I’ll think about it…
You do that
I’ll do my best.
you do that too
“it’s like goldy and bronzy only it’s made out of iron”. Who said that?
Fred?
No, it’s a quote from Blackadder. Your post reminded me that. π
Be grateful for the kindness of your partner. I would have been tempted to hit you upside the head with the iron.
No woman ever complained about a man who was voluntarily cooking dinner…
You served liver…I might have a thing or two to say! Lucky thing you are already taken and this will never be an issue.
Repeat after me: “Yes dear.”
“Yes dear.”
“Yes dear.”
Now practice on your own. You’ll be fine.
Words without actions… I love it!
Drying their cotton underwear for an hour on a hot cycle. You only need to do it once to make a point.
That’s not very nice. (You do realize I’m a guy, right?)
Yup. And I’m a battle-worn survivor of the Traditional Guy Chores Ditch method of doing it horribly, horribly wrong the first time in order to hear the magic words, “Oh, I’ll just do it, myself!”
Uber tighty-whities digging painfully into tender regions during a long staff meeting helps illustrate the point heretofore ignored about how properly keeping house affects everyone involved, not just the one complaining about the nasty Hanes Comfort Flex Briefs layering the bedroom floor like hard water scale.