"So you did it for the make up sex, right?"

Forget everything else. If you find a person who can make you laugh, grab on to that person and don't let go.

Today was grocery day, a tremendous hassle during the winter because everything has to be transported by snowmobile the quarter mile uphill to our home. I dislike shopping at the best of times. This extra layer of hassle just makes it that much less fun.

I time my shopping so I hook up with the spousal unit at the end of his work day. I hate driving the snowmobile--it's noisy, fume-y, and when the wagon is full of groceries it can be tricky to manoeuvre around the tight final turns into our yard.

We were both tired, hungry and I was a bit cranky by the time we got up to the house. The groceries had to be unloaded and put away, something scootched up for supper. Yeah, I was in a mood. It's a bad mix--fatigue and hunger. As we were dealing with the groceries, the spousal unit held up a package of cookies I'd bought for him.

"I told you this morning I hate these cookies. WHY did you buy them?" he grumped.

I looked at the offending cookies. "You told me that you didn't want Oreos. You didn't say anything about these cookies." I tsked him and then rolled my eyes. The cookies in question were vanilla-flavoured cookies with a white icing and strawberry filling. As far as I was concerned, they were The Anti-Oreo.

He said they were just like Oreos.

Excuse me?

A vanilla cookie with a strawberry and icing filling was exactly like an Oreo? There was some mutual glaring until it was established that he was tired of all cookies with icing in the middle. For him "Oreo" was a generic term for this kind of cookie.

I muttered darkly about how SOME PEOPLE Really, Really Need To Work On Their Communication Skills. He muttered darkly about how SOME PEOPLE Really, Really Need To Work On Their Listening Skills.

Fine.

We started supper. I peeled some potatoes while he set to work cleaning some brussels sprouts. Silence. That uncomfortable silence where you're both ticked off, each convinced that you're the right one and the other person is completely out to lunch. It looked like it was going to be One Of Those Nights.

Then out of the blue he said, "So you did it for the make up sex, right?"

I had to put my knife down for a second because I was laughing so hard. It was impossible to hold on to my grumpiness.

So yeah, like I said, forget everything else. If you find a person who can make you laugh, grab on to that person and don't let go.

--Marn

Mileage on the Marnometer: 97.01 miles (156.09 kilometers)
Goal for 2003: 500 miles - 804.5 kilometers