The other afternoon, I felt the need to get dressed up. My wife knows of this affliction of mine. She doesn't like it, but she tolerates it. I thought I would make us a special dinner of a roast chicken and dressing. Since it takes a couple of hours to prepare, she decided she needed to go out and do some shopping. She said have the table set when she gets home then, because she will probably be hungry from all the shopping.
I put on my plaid skirt and green turtleneck, felt so good to be in a skirt again. Started preparing dinner.. Peeled potatoes, we don't use instant unless we are in a hurry. The stuffing had celery, onions, sage sausage and fresh bread cubes, and the other seasonings. Everything smelled so good while I was getting the table and other settings ready. I kept thinking how nice it would be to sit down to dinner with her and enjoy this meal.
I heard her car pull in so I hurried and took off my apron and filled a wine glass for her to greet her with. I heard a second door close so I knew she was bringing in her items she shopped for. Then I heard another car door close. Then I heard chatter outside and the click of her heels coming up the walkway. I hurried down the hall way to get out of sight.
I heard her say, "MMMMm mmm doesn't it smell good in here. I told you she was a good cook."
Oh my she did bring someone home.. I had always fantasized about serving for her and one of her girlfriends.. but I also knew with her it would never happen!!