Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Just fucking once

Just fucking once I would like to come home and have somebody hand me a glass of wine and point to the couch while they serve me dinner, instead of coming home and promptly being asked by whoever is laying on the couch what's for dinner.

About every other month I, as Josh says, "go all Italian" and scream at everybody about it. We are forever instituting all these rules and schedules about who should be cooking what on which days, and it never sticks. Nobody is capable of planning and cooking an entire dinner without my input. Even though I wrote out recipes, complete with which dishes to use. Josh will even sternly tell my sisters they need to cook dinner one night a week, but he'll forget his own night. Or get sushi delivered.

Tonight when I got home I smelled something good cooking even from the hallway. Upon opening the door Alex pulled a glass of wine from the refrigerator and handed it to me. Then she pointed to the couch. Where I sat. Within 15 minutes we were all eating pasta and meatballs with garlic bread. Alex made chocolate pudding pie with whipped cream for dinner.

I can die happy now.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

What did Alex want? ;-)

Kizz Robinson said...

Alex takes a lot of flak for being immature and spoiled. I feel like this spectacular move on her part (for whatever reason) needs to be remembered. I'm glad you wrote about it!