"How was your day, honey?”
I growled like a brown bear with a sore paw and left it at that.
“That good, huh?”
“The writing didn’t go well today? Want me to help with plot details or something?”
“That sounds like heaven,” I answered wistfully. Every writer needs to talk out plot details with someone who doesn’t have to pretend not to be bored after 3 minutes. My husband, bless his heart, is my someone. “I didn’t have time to write today.”
He didn’t want to ask, so he just grunted. I knew what he meant.
“I spent all day getting our business financial records in order for the tax accountant. Corporate tax returns have to be postmarked by March 15th.”
“Sounds like more fun than a barrel of Congressional monkeys. It took you the whole day?”
“Yup. I ate a sandwich while I worked through lunch.”
“Nice. I’m sure the government appreciates your fine work. They’re broke, you know.”
“Really? I hadn’t heard. I thought we were the ones who were broke.”
“Isn’t it great to know we’re not the only ones?”
“Not finding that thought particularly comforting. Thanks though.”
“Never let it be said I didn’t do the least I could do to help.”
I smiled for the first time all day. “Aw, you always do the least you could do to help. I tell everyone that.”
“Gee, thanks…” he replied with a chuckle, “…I think.”