One of my favorite DeNiro films is Midnight Run, and one of my favorite scenes from it is this one where an FBI honcho is eating lunch at a cafe counter and his flunkees come in to give him some news. He looks at them warily and asks, "Is this gonna upset me?"
That's how I felt a few minutes ago. I was making minestrone soup. Cooking a hot meal is one way I can wind down during an arctic storm, and smelling hot soup simmer is very gemutlich when it's 3 degrees and falling.
So I was just beginning to relax, and my son comes in to give me some news. He opens up his school planner and says, "(Teacher) wants you to read this and sign it TODAY."
"What is it?" I asked, eyeing the planner warily.
"I don't know!" Ah, the nonchalance of a third grader. He padded back into the family room, and I was left to finish putting herbs in the soup, all the while glancing across the room at the planner and thinking, with great trepidation, Is this going to upset me?
My husband is leaving work early tonight due to the storm. He'll have hot soup and buffalo burgers with us, and I'll let him deal with The Note.
Yes sir, the beautiful thing about being married: passing the buck.
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
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