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Monday, April 7, 2014

Just call this the working title of my memoirs


This post is rather timely as I was just hit up for some "how do I change myself into a better self?" advice. I don't know if my advice will be helpful but I hope it provides the person with some inspiration.

Some nights I come home absolutely ravenous and when I discover my husband doesn't have dinner on the table at exactly 6:25 pm, I become a raging lunatic.

When I get off the bus, I have visions of him frantically cooking, sweat pouring down his back as he anxiously watches the clock and begs the pasta (whole wheat of course) to boil faster. Our kitchen faces the street so I can see the tension on his face as he nervously glances towards the front walk looking out for my arrival.

It's awful it's come to this. And this is where I want to apologize to him. I am blessed to have a partner who can be counted on to prepare dinner five nights a week.

Chad, I'm sorry for all the things I've said on an empty stomach.

4 comments:

AllanVS said...

Awww how sweet and unromantic.. :P the public apology. J/K

C.J. Smith said...

I really am quite awful when I hungy.

Vanessa said...

I'm jealous of your spouse, CJ!

While my husband is quite helpful when we make meals together (risotto, steak, casseroles), when he is left to his own devices he reverts to his university days and will cook chicken fingers or pasta.

Serenity now.

C.J. Smith said...

Chad, truth be told, has come a long from frozen pizza popped in the oven. He's quite the cook.