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Romance and Stuffing

Let me set the mood: Friday night Eric and I revamped our patio area. He got a new shiny grill. I bought a cute outdoor table and repotted a pretty green fern to liven up the place! Last night was our first night dinning out with our new patio of romance. We had grilled pork chops and corn with a side of stuffing by candle light in the sweet smelling outdoors.

For some reason yesterday I was so bored that I could not stop harassing Eric. I wasn’t really doing it intentionally at first, but once I found out I was getting on his nerves, I kind of stepped up the teasing a little bit. Needless to say, by nine o’clock and about the time we were finishing up our meal, he’d had it. I'd thrown the last straw that broke the camels back. I made a smart-ass comment about his opinion on where to place our new plant and he looked at me like I was shit_out_of_luck. Eric then proceeded to reach in to his plate, grabbing a fist full of warm soft stuffing, and chucked it across the table at me. Globs of stuffing flew through the air and landed on my face, arms, chest, legs, and in my diet root beer. At first I was breathless with shock but then, seconds later when I realized what had happened, I burst out laughing.

After dinner was over, and I’d picked off all the stuffing, I went to bed to read my book and left Eric alone. He clearly had enough of me yesterday.

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 10:08 AM