This
should come as no surprise to anyone. Yesterday, I have a long to-do
list, change tires (had to glue hubcaps back together because the
tire people discovered they were falling apart), paint the car (have
same paint damage from hitting a deer), had to stop past the craft
store to pick up a couple of things for a project, was going to make
zuppa Toscana, so I needed to stop past Kroger to pick up a couple of
ingredients, was going to spend the day with Mom, which meant running
around with her. And I told Austin my whole long to-do list that I
started on at 8:30 in the morning. I knew he was working a ten-hour
day, so like a good wife, I offered to help him out.
Me:
Is there anything you'd like me to get while I'm out? Any chores
you'd like me to take care of while I'm at it?
Austin,
preoccupied with getting ready for work: No.
Today,
tired and having accomplished almost everything on my chore list and
coming down off a 40 hour week after several weeks of overtime and
exhausted beyond belief, my big plan for the afternoon: Don't get dressed and
lounge around the house.
Austin:
I'm out of Greek yogurt. If you're going out today, can you pick some
up?
I
wonder what my Secret Santa would say if I gave her Austin instead of
the gift I have wrapped up for her.
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