A Tender moment
Last night, while preparing the evening meal of coarse brown bread and Johnnycakes (okay… it was quiche, really), the Handsome Dutchman came up behind me to place his hands on my waist in a loving gesture, a’la Charles and Caroline Ingalls wood burning stove foreplay.
However, because I didn’t hear his silent and stealth approach, my response was not a warm smile and a giddy “Oh, Charles!”
My response was more like this:
SHRIEK, JUMP. GLARE.
The Handsome Dutchman's eyes opened wide, and he slowly backed out of the room.
These are the moments we cherish.