Monday, March 01, 2010

Cookie Crumbs: Blackmail by Cookie

I'm sitting in front of the computer in my pjs. It's Saturday morning, so I'm up to the usual routine; Twitter, Blogger, Flickr, and Yahoo mail, all open at once while I multi-task between them.

My coffee cup is empty.

Hubs wanders in and sits down. We chat a little, and then I pointedly look at my coffee cup.

"Pleeeeease? Will you make me a coffee?"

It happens almost every Saturday.

"No! No! I'm not making coffee. I knew you'd ask that." He pretends to be irritated. "Why should I make you coffee?"

"Pleeeease?" I hold out the cup and bat my eyelashes. Really, I must look so cute with my bedhead, no make up, and not-so-cute pjs. "I make you cookies when I've worked all day and I'm tireddddd......"

He sighs and snatches the cup from my hands, then wanders away.

"Fine."

"I looooooooove you!!!" I call after him as he leaves the room, just in time to hear him mutter,

"Never should've gone in there at all."

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