Father's day was busy, not with particularly celebratory events. The commemoration was low-key but satisfying around our house. But at the end of the evening, after cleaning up from the 25-person pot-luck event, I plopped on the couch beside my beloved and said, "I give up, I'm not doing a thing." And she said, "Is that an ultimatum or a request?"
What? You said what? I didn't even know how to take the question.
In the end, I replied, "A request." Seemed like the lesser of the two evils.
"Granted," she said.
Needless to say, I read beside her on the couch for a while, and then got up and put the laundry out to dry and finished the dishes.
I'm still trying to figure out what to make of that.
Or maybe it’s laced backwards?
18 hours ago