Playing Chicken with My Dinner

“What do you want for dinner?” I asked my husband.

“How about fish.” he replied.

I shook my head. “I had fish for lunch. How about steak?”

“I’m sick of steak,” he said. “How about chicken?”

I nodded. “Chicken it is.”

My husband went outside to light the grill while I jumped in the car to go get the food. I had planned to run into the supermarket, get the chicken, and then go right back home. But when I got inside, I realized I needed a bunch of other things. Half an hour later, I checked out with all my groceries and went home.

Without the chicken….

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2 responses to “Playing Chicken with My Dinner

  1. You make me feel good about myself, Tracy. This is exactly the sort of thing I would do. Loved the ending. It was perfect!