Wednesday, February 04, 2004

The romance is gone.

And my butchness is being maligned.

Today, while we were grocery shopping, Catherine actually said, "It'll be easy to shop for you now. Since you've been doing so much of the cooking and baking, I can start buying you gifts that have to do with baking. Like a new sifter."

I'm pretty sure that's grounds for a divorce.

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