Was I ever happy when Tina got home from a coffee date with a friend! I sported a grin from ear to ear as she entered the room holding a ziplock of brown chocolate squares that she threw in my direction. “Brownies!”, I shrieked in a soprano tone.
3 things come to mind when I’m driving and Tina is sitting in the front passenger seat. Maps, Dashboard Controls and Flatulence.
When we go out, I’m often the one who takes the wheel and Tina, by default, gets the passenger seat. Sitting on my lap is not an option for obvious safety reasons. Of course, as the one sitting in the shotgun seat, various navigational responsibilities fall to her, and this, to the detriment of a few of our plotted courses.
As Todd mentioned in a previous post, I am the food boss in our humble abode. What Todd neglected to mention is that I am not really at home in the kitchen, I am merely a visitor there. During any given meal prep, Todd will usually come running in response to a shriek, and will undoubtedly have to administer some sort of first aid, because I burn myself more than I’ve ever burned the food.