Dinner Quiche

Once upon a time, I quit my job and decided to renovate my house. Since I've only been working a real job sporadically this year, I've been taking care of the cooking and cleaning. Every night, I've had dinner ready by 5:30 p.m. I picked up a temp job for the holidays where I'm standing all day and have been working ten hour days the past couple of days. Yesterday, I left the house at 5:30 a.m. and arrived home just after 6:00 p.m. And like most Christmas jobs, the place has so much staff and not enough facility to hold them, so I don't usually get to sit down during my break. Austin told me on Monday, he was going to make a quiche on Thursday.

When I came in, Austin: Sorry, the quiche is taking longer than I thought.

He's massaging the pie crust into the pie plate.

Disappointed, hungry and beyond tired... but I pull out some celery and tear off a rib. I start dipping it into peanut butter and munching it.

Austin: Let me see that.

So I hand it over. And he cuts it in half and eats it. Mind you, he doesn't "like" peanut butter. Or celery.

Me: So, not only is dinner not ready, you're stealing my food?

Pause.

Me: If I could lift my arms, I'd beat you with a broom.