We have made an active decision to cook at home more, which means that I'm the one cooking 99% of the meals. Why? Because Peter has two jobs. He does work really hard. Just the other day he came home for lunch and before his meal he checked his inbox. He had 100 emails from people and it was not yet 11:30am! And this was for only one of his web sites.
It's been a running joke in this house that he has two jobs--and it's true, he does bring home the bacon. I bring home more of the occasional baguette or a box of cupcakes.
Yesterday when I asked him whether he was going to go outside and pick up the poop, he said, "But I have two jobs!"
So of course I went outside to take care of it before this monster rainstorm hit--mushy dog poop all over the yard doesn't bother me. The steppage of messy dog poop by our disgusting dogs fills me with horror.
And then when I came back into the house, Peter was all, "Oh, I was just kidding."
"Right. Well I didn't see you running out to help me."
"But I have two jobs!"
A part of me feels that I should be annoyed when he says this, but he does it with such an impish smile that I can't help but laugh.
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