Julia Child Would Be Jealous

Now, I may have given readers the erroneous impression that Larry and I do not get along AT ALL.  I mean, when you consider the toothpaste scenario, the paint-color-choosing imbroglios, and the general male-versus-female differences endemic to our relationship, you might think that all we are good at doing together is making babies.

Not so!  Why, just yesterday, Larry and I prepared dinner together, as lovebirds like us are wont to do:

My hero

Me (on phone): Hi, honey?  When you leave work, can you give me a call?

Larry:  Sure. Why?

Me: Well, that gives me just enough time to order pizza for you to pick up on the way home.

Larry:  Oh, okay!  Should I get anything else?

Me: Yes, some vanilla ice cream for the peach cobbler.  Thanks!

Larry: No problem!


Who says we can't work as a team?


[Delivery guy image: Mt. Vernon]