So she came home all flustered and worn out. Frankly, I was hot and tired, too. But I did do one smart thing (other than the dishes) by lighting the charcoal grill, figuring we'd have supper. It turned out that she'd come home starving, so she was delighted. "You read my mind!" she said.
Later I was carrying a bunch of stuff inside through the sliding door. This can get complicated since we only have the dogs about halfway trained not to bolt through the door, and my hands were full. I was through the door and closing it when she called out "Wait!" So I waited for her, holding the door open about six inches, my hands full, holding the dogs back with my foot. She got up and padded over, then stood there. "Are you coming through?" I grunted. "No, I was just coming to help!" she said brightly.
I couldn't help but laugh. I shut the door and went on my way. What did she think she was going to help me do? I was done and on my way. I wasn't mad, I just noticed how silly the whole thing was. I put everything down and went back, and she was coming through the door. She apologized. "You want to help? Here's how you can help me." I said. I pulled her in and gave her my best effort at a passionate kiss, and she kissed me right back.
Sometimes I think she's off reading these threads somewhere and plotting to make me eat my words each time I complain about something.
