Wizard was watching TV, and I took a break from writing to read for a few minutes. So Wizard says:
“Look at the dish.”
I ignored him. He’s BEING A GUY. Saw some pretty or hot girl on TV and his brain goes into neutral. He’s just trying to get a rise out of me.
He’s quiet for a whole minute, then says, “Witch.”
“What?” I may have snarled it because CAN’T HE SEE I’M READING?? Why is it that when I read Wizard suddenly needs to talk?
He sings out, “I like dishes.”
He seriously said that. To me–the woman working LONG days, barely sleeping, and I just took a fifteen minute break because my hand is cramped and my elbow won’t bend anymore. All I want to do is READ FOR 15 FREAKING MINUTES. And he’s calling women dishes to make me insane. Too late, I’m hit insane a long time ago. So refusing to look up, I snap, “If you like dishes so much go unload the dishwasher.”
He comes right back with. “No can do, witch. I like to look but I don’t touch any dish but you.”
Okay, yeah, I laughed.
Our weekend was good. We went out to dinner Saturday night and it was soooo good. The last couple times we’ve gone out, it’s been pretty disappointing, so this was really nice. And I am writing, much happier with the book, but running late and that twists my stomach into knots. But all I can do is keep typing!
How was your weekend?