Our weekend was pretty good.
On Sunday, I told everyone to stay in bed. I brought them breakfast in bed. I had bought some of those tables for it. Everyone got an omelette with bacon, sausage, onion, peppers, and two kinds of cheese. Also, two slices of bacon, two paties of sausage, and melon balls, and juice. Bloody Marys for Courtney, Aisha, and Wendy.
I did have my first fight with Wendy on Sunday evening. Sunday dinner is kind of important to us, since we often do not eat together. I had bought some steaks at Wal Mart (I do not care if you hate Wal Mart, they have the best steaks), and was going to grill them. Wendy can cook (or, at least she thinks she can, she has not made anything), and she offered to broil them. No, I was going out to some in ground permanent grills, and use charcoal. She offered do that.
Big mistake.
Men must barbecue. We must cook with fire. It is in our blood. Which is not to say that women cannot barbecue. Not to say that some men have to check with women on every step in the process. A man must cook for women, with fire.
Wendy really wanted to grill, so about the time I asked if she wanted to castrate me as well, Aisha stepped in. Wendy could make the salad, and she did an excellent job, with fresh cooked bacon. I have had a few difficulties with steak recently, but this was perfect. I was glad, because if it was not, Wendy would not let me hear the end of it.
She said she would cook lamb next week.
Aisha is loving the threesomes, and Wendy and I are not complaining. Yet.
On Sunday, I told everyone to stay in bed. I brought them breakfast in bed. I had bought some of those tables for it. Everyone got an omelette with bacon, sausage, onion, peppers, and two kinds of cheese. Also, two slices of bacon, two paties of sausage, and melon balls, and juice. Bloody Marys for Courtney, Aisha, and Wendy.
I did have my first fight with Wendy on Sunday evening. Sunday dinner is kind of important to us, since we often do not eat together. I had bought some steaks at Wal Mart (I do not care if you hate Wal Mart, they have the best steaks), and was going to grill them. Wendy can cook (or, at least she thinks she can, she has not made anything), and she offered to broil them. No, I was going out to some in ground permanent grills, and use charcoal. She offered do that.
Big mistake.
Men must barbecue. We must cook with fire. It is in our blood. Which is not to say that women cannot barbecue. Not to say that some men have to check with women on every step in the process. A man must cook for women, with fire.
Wendy really wanted to grill, so about the time I asked if she wanted to castrate me as well, Aisha stepped in. Wendy could make the salad, and she did an excellent job, with fresh cooked bacon. I have had a few difficulties with steak recently, but this was perfect. I was glad, because if it was not, Wendy would not let me hear the end of it.
She said she would cook lamb next week.
Aisha is loving the threesomes, and Wendy and I are not complaining. Yet.
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