We are sitting on the couch, together but separate. Each of us engaged in our electronic world.
“I know what I want for breakfast in the morning,” he says.
“Hmm?” I reply, still concentrating on the blog post I am reading.
“My donuts? It’s easier to go and buy donuts.” The thought of making donuts sounds overwhelming this late in the evening. “I’ll have to see if I have sour cream. If I do, I suppose I can make them.” He knows how to push my buttons. Complimenting my baking is a sure fire way to get what he wants and he knows it after 19 years of marriage.
He knows how to push my buttons. Complimenting my baking is a sure fire way to get what he wants, and he knows this after 19 years of marriage.
This morning, I enjoy the quiet of having the house to myself while everyone sleeps. After I finish my book, he wakes up and comes out to the living room–perfect timing, really.
“Do you still want donuts?” I ask.
He’s still half asleep. He is NOT a morning person. He just nods.
I leave the couch and the coziness of the blanket I have been cocooned in while I was reading and head to the kitchen. Let the donut mess begin.
He was right (as he usually is). They were good!