Gnetch, if you're reading this during your lunch break, please close this page and come back after you finish eating! You're welcome...;p
Anyway, today I cooked beef! I'm not a great cook, and I hate cooking. But, being loving and all, I decided to surprise Honey Lips. (This blog title should have been The Perfect Wife! Ha!) He enjoyed it. I must admit, my beef came out well done and juicy. Our steak knives glided through the well-seasoned meat; it was that tender and soft! Sorta. On the side, I did rice and peas, and sliced cucumber salad. Honey Lips loathes plain rice.
"That's what a wife's supposed to do. The husband works hard and comes home to hot food", Honey Lips mumbled in between chewing.
"Remember when I told you I hate cooking and no man will make me learn cooking? That was before we even started dating!", I pointed.
"So, what will happen to the kids when you become a professional?", Honey Lips, for the umpteenth time, asked. (No kids yet but we're planning to.)
"Well you'll take care of them! You said so", I riposted.
"How you mean?", Honey Lips asked.
"You'll feed them! You promised!", I clarified.
He just nodded and the conversation ended right there.
And now I'm thinking, "Fuck schmuck! I should have drafted a Book of Rules before I appended my signature to his on the marriage certificate, and made him sign it. Tsk, tsk, tsk..."
P.S: Thanks to all of you for your kind words in the previous post! May God bless you! ;p