I am more worried than Tom about our feckless lives. Last night, I suggested that since neither one of us wants to cook, we'll cook meals together. No one can sit idly by, hiding behind a laptop.So I made a salad, and he broiled stakes. I set the table. We ate like grown-ups. Then we played SORRY three times and watched YOU'VE GOT MAIL.
I said, "Geez, I think we just had a family home evening."
"And it was fun," Tom said.
"It WAS fun," I said.
I can't stop singing, I GUESS THE LORD MUST BE IN NEW YORK CITY.
Old people need to work at engagement. I think I've said this before.
I don't feel feckless anymore.
ReplyDeleteAfter I looked up the word feckless, I think that everyone should eat broiled steak and play sorry.
ReplyDeleteBring on the vitality.
You shouldn't feel feckless because you don't want to cook dinner. I don't either. We've had pudding and frozen gogurts for the past three nights and everyone's happy.
I never cook. Luckily my boys like cereal. We go through 4 large boxes of Wheaties every week, and there are only 3 of us in this house.
ReplyDeleteI get the not-cooking part. I just wish someone would explain to me how to get rid of the horrible cloud of guilt that comes with it. Every. day. I mean, if I'm going to not-cook I should do it blithely, right?
ReplyDeleteI like the word feckless.
ReplyDeleteI loved reading this. Also, I'm glad this didn't end up being about sexual relations.
ReplyDeleteI'm totally stealing the sexual relations pic and somehow, I'm gonna work it into our family Christmas letter. Just thought you would like to know you have once again, changed a life for the better. Even without cooking.
ReplyDeleteHahahahahahahahahahahaha. Also. What Sarah said.
ReplyDeleteThe love of "The Plummers" was idealized in my first manuscript and I don't even know you guys.
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