Will Work For Food

I’m pretty sure I’ve come up with the most brilliant scheme I’ll ever pull off.  Now let’s see how long it takes Chief to catch on to it.

Yesterday was a particularly hard day for me, mostly because I go psychotic during the full moon.  I freely admit this.  Even when I don’t physically see that the moon is full, I find myself acting irrational or having insomnia, and eventually I ask someone “Is it a full moon or something?” and sure enough, it is. 

I also get a craaaaazy amount of energy (excuse the pun).  I decided at 6p.m. last night that it was time to clean the closet where the washer and dryer are kept.  Today, that closet is spotless.  Seriously, I vacuumed the walls.  

Chief comes home and finds me in this state of mind working my buns off.  Normally, he doesn’t take much notice, but right now we’re in this almost-engaged bliss, and he stops by to “thank” me for taking such good care of the house.  How sweet, right?  I thought so too.  Unfortunately, he had an ulterior motive.  Not ten minutes later do I hear “Baby, what do you want to do for dinner?”

Translation: “Baby, what are you cooking?”

I said it didn’t matter to me what we did.  I placed a subliminal emphasis on the “we”, hoping that he would remember that I was in the middle of filth, and that he too would be consuming this meal, and it would be incredibly thoughtful…not to mention sexy…to provide it for us.

He then says the following, and I quote: “I’ll just have whatever you’re having.”

Oh, really now.  Thanks for taking it so easy on me there, partner.  Score one for Chief.