“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?”