When it comes to being a smart-ass to my wife, I continue to find myself on her shortlist. But at least I will never go hungry, even when I manage to piss her off.
She was in the kitchen busying herself with meal prep. She had a ham hock and a pot roast on the counter.
“Should I make a roast or pea soup?”
“Anyone can cook a roast.”
I had a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of water for dinner.
It was worth it.
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