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.
13 hours ago