Ken was at home last week. I thought that he was going to rest and relax but he ended up doing things around house. We really do need a live-in housekeeper/handyman. If you know of anyone with these sorts of talents who would trade them for room and board, send them right to me.

But I digress. I took Reid (and the car) to school on Tuesday so that I wouldn’t have to go home before going to Melissa’s. I’m not sure that Ken has planned to go anywhere but he did mention that I never would have stayed home without a car. This was true but I laughed because it’s foolish to care about it, whether it’s me or him. On Wednesday, we had a pot luck lunch at the office and I’d signed up to bring vegetarian chili. I needed the car again to get everything downtown and Ken had another comment about being left car-less again. Ken was watching as I packed up the crockpot, cans of beans and the can opener. When the can opener went into the bag, Ken said, “What?! The can opener. You’re even taking the can opener?” Apparently not having a car at his disposal is made more outrageous when the car leaves with the can opener inside. Who knew?