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Bring Home Pizza

September 18, 2014
by Erin B

This morning, when T was getting ready for work, he told me about the stressful meetings that were on his schedule for today and how he needed the kitchen table tonight because he had a meeting in Australia.

I said that wasn’t a problem because Little Girl and I will be at a thing at her school tonight.  Then I added that I had a fun-filled day of sealing grout and installing bathroom mirrors.

“Bring home pizza,”  I said as he was leaving.

He stopped and turned and looked at me.  “Is that like ‘Come Home With Your Shield Or On It?'” he asked.

We both laughed and I said no, but it would be helpful.

I didn’t know it at the time, but I think I lied.

 

Update: I was wrong, he is meeting the Australians via his office, not our kitchen.  I’m on my own.  Drat.  Today has not been a good day.

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