Chirky

When Roger and I first married, I was without a job. I had the entire day to plan an entire menu, shop for groceries, and cook him dinner. Nay, a gourmet meal. Roger would come home after work, and dinner was served within half an hour.

Now that we both work full-time, things have changed some. For example, last night Roger called me and asked what my plans were for dinner. Our conversation went something like this:

(Ring, Ring)
J: Hi Sweetie!
R: Hi! I was wondering what you were thinking about dinner.
J: I'm not thinking anything. What about you?
R: I'm fine with PB&J.
J: Great!

Just doing my part to shatter the expectations of my single friends, who might believe that marriage is punctuated with all gourmet meals and romance.