The Well of Cromulence.

“Ruse,” Alternately Titled “Boring Anecdotes from Soppy Married Person”

It’s been a looooooong day. Dave texted me when I arrived at the train station asking where I was. I told him.

He texted back: “I couldn’t figure out how to cook the chicken. And the rice seemed complicated. And I didn’t want to cut an onion. Late dinner?”

I almost started crying, until I figured that this was SUSPICIOUSLY JERKY.

Sure enough, my house is sparkling clean, dinner is almost ready, the dishes are done, and the dog has been walked. I guess he figures accomplishments are that much sweeter when paired with crushing disappointment. 

I’ll still take it. 

ETA: Barf, this post is so gross.