Whats for Dinner
Arriving home after an exhausting day at the office, her husband slumps into an armchair.
“What’s for dinner?” he asks, “I’m famished.”
She smiles. “Your choice.”
He frowns. “Haven’t you made anything?”
“Yes, of course.”
“Then why is it… don’t bother, it’s been a long day.”
“Alright Mr. Grumpy, you’ll feel better after you’ve showered and changed.”
“Why do I need to shower and change?”
“Because of what I’ve made for dinner!”
A short silence follows.
“Reservations!”
Her words ignite an explosion of colourful expletives and slamming of a door.
Why, she asks herself, are a woman’s efforts never appreciated?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleOh! Linda, I read once about a Mr Grumpy – his wife’s solution was simple. She would bake the meat pies he loved, and always served with a delightful smile. Mister Grumpy never suspected they were made with dog meat. (did he find out? Well if he did, I guess he would be barking mad, ha, ha)
? Sometimes a woman has to do what a woman has to do Eric…
Linda, you could have put the cat among the pigeons, when Christer reads you story!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI have to admit it was Christer’s story that inspired me to write this one! ?
As they say in the West, you had better be packing a 6 iron, and we are not talking golf here Linda.
LOL, that’s funny Linda. Gave me a Sunday morning smile ?
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks Carrie. Good to hear it put a smile on your face ?
Linda, another great story! It was fun to read and made me smile. It sounds like his wife will have her hands full with him.
Thank you Marianna, nice to know I made you smile! Somehow I don’t think Mr. Grumpy’s mood is likely to improve anytime soon!
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis one made me smile. Great job, Linda.
Thank you Lotchie. I’m happy I made you smile.
You’re welcome, Linda.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis story made me smile. I also love the final sentence because indeed ‘Why are a woman’s efforts never appreciated?’
Sometimes it’s good to write something lighthearted that you hope someone will find amusing, I’m glad it made you smile Daisy. Thanks for your comment.