Simple Pleasures, #12
Next up on the list of my miniature luxuries is an unexpected chore done by Colby. Last night I made some veggie goulash for dinner, and noticed that my stove had taken a serious hit. I mean, it was caked in yuck, y’all. However, it was time to put the baby to bed so I figured I’d either do it afterwards or in the morning. Bedtime came and found me sleeping next to Colette until I awoke, confused by my soothing lullaby-infused surroundings, and schlepped my sleepy butt back to my own bed for the night. I awoke this morning to find a beautiful, shining white stove. I mean, it practically took my eye out with the shine. Suddenly I forgave him for all the times he never brought me flowers even though he knows how much I love them. (Caveat: I do not actually begrudge the man for ignoring my floral desires. Very much. It’s just funny to use it in a blog.) Anyways, he also made me a nice bowl of oatmeal and put it out on the table so that when I got up this morning I not only was not beholden to scrubbing that !$^*@#& stove, but also was without want for breakfast. Whattaman!
