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He’s No Dummy

Last night Bill brought the boys home from practice and found me in the kitchen, sobbing over a “Little House on the Prairie” re-run. It involved brown eggs, and the Ingalls’ calico dresses versus the Olsens’ fancier dresses, and inevitably, hugs all around.

Tonight Bill came home from work and found that I spent more time than I should have making the world’s most expensive and chocolately brownies. The recipe requires two packages of brownie mix, six eggs (brown or white), and three huge Symphony bars, at two dollars each.

That man knows me, and the clues I leave behind. When we got in the bed, he asked, “Do you need a back rub?”

I did. Smart man.

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