Dishes

We sit on the couch after a quick and easy batch of fettuccine and meat sauce has been happily consumed. Yaw is contented as he watches the DVR recording of Dresden Files from last night. I am tired and not wanting to clean up, but I know if it doesn't get done, the ants that are plaguing me will be all over it.

I lean over to Yaw and say "I cooked, you clean," and with a little grin, I lean back to my cushion and pretend to be absorbed in the commercial he forgot to forward through.

We finish watching the show, but he doesn't get up yet. Instead he has turned on the end of America's Funniest Videos. "What are you watching now?" I ask. He grins and says it's the greatest show ever. Uh-huh.

I lean over to him again, and whisper in his ear. "Did you know that it is a little known fact that if a man washes the dishes after a woman has cooked a meal, it is a powerful aphrodisiac?"

He hands me the remote and gets busy on the dishes while I turn off the TV and doze on the couch. I love being a woman. :-)