Somedays it's hard, though.
Because I'm done with summer. And I'm hot. And menopause is stupid. And blah, blah, blah.
Last night Mr. Jenny asked me what was for dinner.
"I don't know," I retorted semi-snarkily. "What are you planning on making?"
"Do we have any chicken?"
"Yes, but it's frozen."
"Ummmm...do we have any burgers?"
"Yes, but they're frozen."
"Okay. Do we have anything that's not frozen?"
Geez. The guy is persistent. "Yes, we have lettuce. And eggs. And maybe some mustard. Sound good?"
I think Mr. Jenny thought I was being sarcastic and...
I WAS being sarcastic.
What is it with this dinner planning thing and why does it roll around so darned frequently?
Mr. Jenny finally realized I wasn't planning on cooking anytime soon.
"I'll run to Chipotle. Brown rice, green salsa and veggies. No cheese. Right?" he enquired sweetly.
"Yup, that would be great!"
And then I stopped for a second.
Mr. Jenny is really sweet.
And I AM lucky to have such a thoughtful husband.
I realized that perhaps, just perhaps, I was being a little grumpy.
"Thanks, sweetie," I told him. "Be careful on the way. I love you so much. I would totally die without you. You are my everything."
Mr. Jenny paused at the doorway to my office.
"And?" he said suspiciously. "And?"
"And nothing. Can't I just be nice to my husband without being interrogated. Gosh. Love you. Die without you. You're my everything...you know...I mean it."
And smiled at me sweetly.
I smiled back.
And then I waved my hand at him and told him, "Go! Go! Hurry up! I'm starving!"
Some people do NOT appreciate the tender side of menopausal women.