“Marriage must constantly fight against a monster which devours everything:  routine.”
~ Honore de Balzac

Margot and I couldn’t work out as usual last night, but she decided to come over to utilize my prodigious cutting and pasting skills to make a project for her class.  She wasn’t coming over until 8pm so after putting dinner in the oven and dropping on the sofa, I threw a baleful glare at Harley.

“I need to bike tonight,” I sighed, snuggling down in the cushions.
J. glanced over at me, saw my lazy intentions, and grinned cheekily.
“I bet you won’t.”
I sat up sharply.  “Excuse me?”
“You,” he reiterated.  “I bet you won’t bike.”
“The hell I won’t!” I snapped and dragged it of its corner before everything clicked.
“Oh.  You’re clever.  I’m on to you.”
“But is it working?”
“Yes.  Drat.”

Sneaky boy.