RECENT STEREOTYPICAL MOMENTS:
1. I was in the kitchen, cooking dinner for myself and my hard-working boyfriend, who was upstairs relaxing after work. As I stood at the stove stirring the spaghetti sauce, I was startled by a large bee, buzzing around the kitchen.
Since I have an unreasonable phobia of flying insects, I immediately dropped the spoon, screamed, and raced out of the kitchen. I then refused to set foot in the kitchen again until Boyfriend came downstairs and killed the bee. In fact, I stood in the living room and looked nervous until he did so.
Then I went back into the kitchen and finished fixing dinner.
2. I was at a local craft store, picking up a yard of purple cloth to finish off a shirt I was making. After I got my fabric, I wandered around the rest of the store, browsing the art supplies. I would happily have spent an hour there just shopping.
Boyfriend, on the other hand, wanted to pay and go home. He doesn't like shopping.
So we paid, and went home.
Okay, so maybe I'm not the ultimate submissive Fifties wife. But I seem to be capable of really retro behavior... shame on me!
