I was sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone. I’d just finished watching a video on how to make crock-pot shrimp scampi. “That’s a keeper!” I said to myself as I tapped the arrow to save the recipe to my messenger.
“What’s a keeper?” My son Alex asked as he walked into the room.
“I just saved a recipe for shrimp scampi.”
“That sounds good. When are you planning on making it?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Probably never.” I sighed. “My messenger is filled with recipes I’ll probably never make along with exercise videos I’ll probably never do.”
Alex laughed. “Well, if you never make the recipes maybe you won’t have to do the exercises.”
“See!” I looked over at him and smiled. “That’s exactly what I was thinking!”
My husband Steven walked in the room and sat next to me on the couch. “What were you thinking?”
“That if I don’t make the recipes on the videos I’ve been saving I won’t have to do the exercise videos that I’m also storing away!” I put my phone down next to me. “Hey, did I tell you that a woman at the craft show I went to the other day told me I was thin?”
Alex looked confused as he sat down in the chair across from us. “She just said it out of the blue?”
“Well, no.” I shook my head. “I was trying on a bracelet that she’d made, and she said I have thin wrists.” I pulled my sweatshirt sleeve up to my elbow to prove my point. “I think I’m going to wear three quarter sleeve shirts from now on.” I turned my wrist back and forth as I looked over at Steven. “You know you should always embrace the positives when someone gives them to you.”
Steven reached over and took my wrist in his hand. “You do have small wrists.” He said as he pulled my hand up to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist.
I looked over at Alex and raised my eyebrows. “He’s looking for something.”
“That would be my guess, too.” Alex laughed.
“Well, I was actually coming in the room to see when you were planning on starting dinner.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s more like it.” I said as I stood up headed to the kitchen.
“No!” Steven protested. “She was right. You do have thin wrists.”
“Thanks!” I called from the kitchen as I opened the refrigerator.
Alex came into the kitchen. “So what are you planning for dinner tonight?”
I started pulling out several storage containers filled with leftovers. “I was thinking a clean-out-the-fridge night.”
Alex went over to the containers that I’d put on the counter-top. “Meatloaf, chicken cutlets, pasta, and mashed potatoes.”
“And a big green salad.” I said as I pulled the bowl out of the refrigerator.
“That looks good.” He said as he began opening the containers.
“Once again, I’m embracing the positive!” I called as I put the salad on the dining room table. “I’m not going to have to cook anything tonight and I’ve cleaned out the refrigerator!” I came back into the kitchen. “Can you set the table while I microwave these?”
“Sure.” Alex went over to the cabinet and began getting the dinner dishes down. “Just be careful not to lift anything too heavy.” He looked over at me and smiled. “You don’t want hurt your tiny wrists.”
“Thin wrists!” I reminded him with a laugh. “She said thin wrists.”
Slice of Life 