Taking Care
I stopped cooking when I was with Owen. Aside from the fact that he was a chef, he had to find fault in everything I did. If I made pasta, he'd say, "Oh, this is good, but I had better a few days ago at..." or he'd give tips on how I should be chopping my vegetables or how long I should simmer it for or whatever. So, I gave up. Just let him do any actual cooking that happened and otherwise I ordered take out. I forgot how much I really do LIKE it. And it's especially nice to cook for people who actually appreciate it. Who just mmm and ahhh and don't bloody feel the need to criticize my every move. Abbie declared it the best thing he'd ever tasted and that he wanted to eat it every day for the rest of his life. It was just spaghetti and meatballs! It felt good, though.
In other news, Dark's illness has gotten slightly better, but he's still not well enough to shag, the bastard. But I took care of him and we spent a nice day talking about things: the future, our likes and dislikes, how much fun we're going to have when we go kayaking together (kayaking is the only outdoorsy activity I could ever get into. I'm marrying an outdoorsman, though, so I suppose I'll have to get used to camping and the like. But, I've got my own activities that may not be his cup of tea that he's going to do with me, so it all evens out and compromises and there's something wonderful about doing something with someone who's passionate about it, even if you aren't.
Meanwhile, Christmas is fast approaching and I've NO IDEA what to get for him. I think I just need to take a few hours alone one day and wander the shops and Pike Place Market and several other places and just find things. I think it'll work better that way.
Which leads to another new and even scarier thought. What the hell do I get Lucius and Narcissa for Christmas???
In other news, Dark's illness has gotten slightly better, but he's still not well enough to shag, the bastard. But I took care of him and we spent a nice day talking about things: the future, our likes and dislikes, how much fun we're going to have when we go kayaking together (kayaking is the only outdoorsy activity I could ever get into. I'm marrying an outdoorsman, though, so I suppose I'll have to get used to camping and the like. But, I've got my own activities that may not be his cup of tea that he's going to do with me, so it all evens out and compromises and there's something wonderful about doing something with someone who's passionate about it, even if you aren't.
Meanwhile, Christmas is fast approaching and I've NO IDEA what to get for him. I think I just need to take a few hours alone one day and wander the shops and Pike Place Market and several other places and just find things. I think it'll work better that way.
Which leads to another new and even scarier thought. What the hell do I get Lucius and Narcissa for Christmas???