She watched him silently for a few moments as he worked at the stove and then said,”I need you to show me how to grill pork chops. I don’t know how.”
“I can’t.” His slight chagrin was accompanied by a charming smile, “I literally have no idea what I’m doing.”
“So what are you doing?” she asked, “What’s your plan?”
“I decided to put the raw meat on this hot thing.”
She tilted her head, and inspected the meat with a critical eye, “That’s a pretty solid plan.”
“I thought so too.”
Me: Can poinsettias live outside? I want one but it would be safer for the the animals if we kept it outside. They’re cold weather plants, right?
Kyle: Seriously? What in our thirteen years together makes you think I know the answer to that question?
Me: I thought you’d be use to my questions by now and prepare accordingly.
Kyle: You’re right. That’s how I spend my spare time. Reading up on poinsettia trivia.
“I need your help!” she shouted from the bathroom.
He bounded across the bedroom, scolding the dogs to get the hell out of the way. When he reached her, the concern on his face was evident. “What? What’s wrong?”
“I slept in this shirt but I still want to wear it today. Help me rub the dog fur off of it?”
He stared at her, his face torn between amusement and irritation. Finally he said, “I’m posting this on Facebook.”
“Good. I hope you do. Now help me with my shirt.”