Domestic goddess—not

Here's a little something from my life as a wife:

Jim pulls an old L.L. Bean shirt from the dryer, hands it to me and asks, "Can you do something with this?"

"Sure," I say. "It'll be great for rags. Chamois is really absorbent."

"But I love this shirt. Can't you fix the collar."

"No can do, honey."

"You must be able to fix it somehow."

"Nope."

"Well, you sure aren't a domestic goddess, are you." He purses his lips, looks me up and down.

"We've been together 29 years, and you're only now realizing that?x!#?" 

Copyright  ©  2013 by Laura McHale Holland

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