Domesticity
Jan. 6th, 2005 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I started cooking dinner, which will be a noodle dish with broccoli, carrots and a creamy sauce, and Jameson was being helpful by doing a few dishes and taking out my recycling bin. I finished chopping the broccoli up, and had set the water to boil, and I came in here to add a few more lines to Valmai #22. When I walked back into the kitchen to check on the water, the recycling bin was sitting in the middle of the floor.
"Was this supposed to, y'know, go -back where it belongs-?" I asked my boyfriend, who was crouched over his laptop, nearby.
"Huh?" he said, as I picked up the bin and put it away. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."
I went to look at the water, see if it was boiling yet.
"It got tired," Jameson said. "It needed to stop. And check its email."
"It needed to check its email?"
"Uh-huh. It was waiting for me to finish."
I do love this man.
"Was this supposed to, y'know, go -back where it belongs-?" I asked my boyfriend, who was crouched over his laptop, nearby.
"Huh?" he said, as I picked up the bin and put it away. "Oh, yeah. Sorry."
I went to look at the water, see if it was boiling yet.
"It got tired," Jameson said. "It needed to stop. And check its email."
"It needed to check its email?"
"Uh-huh. It was waiting for me to finish."
I do love this man.