Dinner was done and I was putting my plate in the dishwasher when I turned to Alex and asked, “Do you have room for dessert? I have cookies.”

“Really?” Alex sounded surprised as he placed his plate in the sink.

I shook my head and gave him the stink eye as I pointed to his plate and opened the door to the dishwasher. “Oh, sorry.” he took his plate out of the sink and put it in the dishwasher. “I was thrown when you said you made cookies.” he explained.

“What?” Now I was confused. “I didn’t say I made cookies.” I opened the cabinet and handed him a sleeve of store bought chocolate chip cookies. “I said I had cookies.”

“Oh, right. What was I thinking?” he took the sleeve and went back to the table.

By now Steven was clearing his dishes. “Remember when your Mom used to bake all the time?”

Alex shook his head. “Not really?” He tore open the sleeve and took a cookie out. “But I’m sure these are just as good as the ones you say she baked.” He took a bite of the cookie and smiled at me.

“Oh come on!” I cried. “I can’t believe you can’t remember when I baked.”

Steven took out a glass and held it up. “Milk?” he asked Alex.

“Sure.”

Steven took the milk out of the refrigerator and began to pour it into two glasses. “I have to say your Mom’s chocolate chips cookies were really good.”

“Thank you.” I said as I went back to the table and sat down. “I can’t believe you don’t remember when I baked?” I reached for one of the cookies in the sleeve.

“Nope.” Alex shook his head as he reached for the glass of milk Steven held out to him. “But like I said, these are fine.” He dunked half his cookie in the milk.

“No, there not.” I placed my cookie on the napkin in front of me. “My cookies were so much better then these!”

“They were.” Steven dunked his cookie in his glass of milk.

“I believe you.” Alex said. “I’m just telling you I don’t remember them.”

Now I was getting frustrated. “It can’t be that long since I’ve baked.” I argued. “I used to bake dozens and dozens of cookies around the holidays.” I looked at Steven for confirmation. “Remember, I used to give them out as gifts.”

Steven nodded his head. “Everyone loved them.” he took a bite of his milk dripping cookie. “They were a perfect combination of chewy and crunchy.”

“Thank you!” I looked back at Alex. “But that’s also the reason I stopped baking.” I explained. “I was making so many, it got overwhelming. Besides, everyone in my family was baking. It was getting ridiculous with how many cookies we had, so I decided to take some holiday pressure off myself and cut out the cookie baking.”

Alex nodded. “I completely understand.” he said taking another cookie from the sleeve. “Like I said before, these are fine.”

“No they’re NOT!” I wanted to swat the cookie from his hand but instead I got up and went over to the grocery list. “I’m going to make you real chocolate chip cookies!” I began writing down everything I’d need. “No one’s going to tell me homemade cookies aren’t a thousand times better than store bought.”

I looked back at the table where Steven and Alex were smiling at one another. “I know exactly what the two of you just did.” I said as I finished writing on the shopping list. “But you’re right. It has been too long since I baked.”

I was hunched over the coffee table with my address book in front of me, frantically scribbling names and addresses on envelopes, when Steven walked into the room.

“What are you up to?” he asked.

“The holiday cards.” I grumbled.

“You don’t seem like you’re having much fun.” he said as he sat down next to me.

“I’m not.” I complained. “I’m already late getting them out! I forgot to make copies of all the different pictures I wanted to tuck into certain people’s cards, I don’t have the energy or brain power to write a personalized note in each card, like I was hoping to do and…” I began shaking the pen furiously seeing if any more ink would come out before I had to search for another one. “This is the second pen I’ve used that’s run out of ink!” I tossed the empty pen across the coffee table in disgust.

Steven smiled as he grabbed the remote for the television. “No one says you have to send them out this year.”

“Of course I have to send them out!” I cried. “I’ve had these cards sitting on my desk for the past two months!”

“Do you really think anyone’s going to notice if you miss this one year?” he asked as he adjusted the pillow behind his head.

“I’ve already gotten a call!” I reached over and pulled out another pen for the drawer of a side table.

“Someone called you to say they haven’t gotten a card from you yet?” Steven looked confused.

“My sister called me yesterday to tell me that I’m not the first holiday card she’s gotten this year.” I scribbled on the back of one of the misaddressed envelopes to make sure the new pen was working. “I’m always the first card for her and somebody beat me!”

“So you’re not her first card, who cares?”

“I don’t think you understand, Steven. I’ve been her first card for the past six years. It’s my small claim to fame. I’m not real happy about losing that!”

“So maybe you’ll be the first card for somebody else.”

“Why do you think I’m working so hard to get them out now?” I hunched over the coffee table and began addressing envelopes again. “If I hurry, I still have a chance to be the first one for my other sister.”

I stopped for a moment and began shaking my writing hand. “I think my fingers are beginning to cramp.” I whined.

Steven rubbed the back of my neck. “As long as you’re having fun, that’s all that counts.” he said.

It was first thing in the morning and I met Steven out in the kitchen. “You know what today is, don’t you?” I asked him as I got my tea cup out of the cabinet.

“Hmm…the day after Thanksgiving?” he asked as he handed me a tea bag.

“You know what we always do on the day after Thanksgiving?” I said as put the kettle on and turned around to see him trying to quietly leave the kitchen. “Oh, no you don’t!” I cried.

“Oh, come on! The boys aren’t even up yet!” he complained as he stopped and turned around to face me. “Can’t we just enjoy one more day of Thanksgiving and start tomorrow?”

I shook my head. “Nope. It’s tradition.”

Steven shook his head. “Fine, we’ll get all the Christmas decorations down from the attic as soon as they’re all up.”

I smiled, then went over to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” I said before I went over to the front window. “I can’t wait to throw out all our dead mums and deflated pumpkins.”

Steven stood next to me as we both looked at the house across the street from us. “How come their mums are still alive?” he asked. “Even their pumpkins look better then ours.”

“They must have some special power when it comes to mums.” I reasoned.

Steven looked over at me. “Or they water theirs.” he suggested.

The kettle began to whistle and I turned around to go back to the kitchen. “I watered ours.” I said. “They’re just really needy plants.”

Steven followed me to the kitchen. “How often did you water them?”

“It doesn’t matter now.” I poured the water into my cup, then tried to change the subject. “That’s what’s so great about today. It’s a whole new holiday to decorate for!”

“Yeah…” Steven didn’t sound thrilled.

“I don’t know what your complaining about.” I said. “I’m the one who does all the work. You guys just bring the containers down from the attic. I’m the one who spends the entire day transforming the house for the holidays!”

“And we appreciate that.” Steven said. “But why can’t we just do it over the weekend?”

“And break our tradition?”

“It’s not our tradition, it’s yours.”

I thought about it for a moment. “I guess I could spend today just putting away all the Thanksgiving decorations.” I looked around the house. “As long as you promise to help me over the weekend.”

“Promise.” he held one hand in the air while the other was on his heart.

I wasn’t happy but I finally agreed. “Okay, fine.”

Steven smiled. “Great! So now that you don’t have all of that work ahead of you today, maybe you could get some grocery shopping done.” he suggested. “Were out of everything.”

“Are you kidding?” I opened the refrigerator. “It’s still packed with leftovers from yesterday!” I cried.

“I know, but we already had that dinner three times yesterday.” he complained as he moved the storage containers around on the shelves to make room for grocery shopping. “Can’t we have something different for dinner tonight?”

I smiled as I slowly closed the refrigerator door. “Hey.” I reminded him. “It was your idea to extend Thanksgiving for one more day.”

My son Alex and I were on an early evening walk through our neighborhood when I happened to notice a lottery ticket laying in the gutter. I pointed it out to him. “Looks like someone got mad when it turned out to be a loser.”

Alex looked down. “How do you know it’s a loser?” he asked. “Maybe they were on their way to cash it in when it blew out of their window?”

The ticket was several feet behind us when I stopped walking. “Are you kidding?”

“Nope.” he shook his head. “You never know.”

I looked back at the ticket as a puff of wind caught it and I watched it tumble further down the street. I looked back at Alex. “Why don’t you run and get it and we’ll check the numbers when we get home.”

Alex shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not that important to me.”

“Are you kidding!” I couldn’t believe my ears. “What if it really is a winner?” I cried.

“Just forget about it.” Alex said and began walking again.

The wind was taking it farther away from us. “Oh forget it!” I began jogging back. “I can’t just forget about it!” I called over my shoulder.

When I reached the ticket it was folded in half but didn’t seem to have any damage. I opened it up as I jogged back to Alex. “It’s a Power ball.” I said holding it out to him.

Alex started to laugh. “I knew you couldn’t pass it up.”

We began walking again as I slipped the ticket into my pocket. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, come on!” he was still laughing. “I know you! You’ll stop and pick up a penny!”

I wasn’t finding it as funny as he was. “Oh yeah?”

“The only question I had was how far you would let the wind take it before you couldn’t stand it anymore and had to go get it!” Alex patted my arm. “We all know how you are about things like that.”

I still wasn’t seeing the humor. “Okay…just for that if this ticket turns out to be a winner I’m not sharing the money with you!” I said feeling a little huffy.

Alex started to laugh harder. “Yes you will!” he cried. “You won’t be able to help yourself!” I looked over to see him shaking his head. “You don’t realize how well we know you.”

“Okay, fine.” I said as I patted the pocket with the ticket in it. “Just for that your Dad and I are going to go on a trip by ourselves and we’re leave you and your brother home with frozen pizzas!” I was hoping he was feeling the sting of the punishment I’d just inflicted.

Alex laugh even harder. “And you’re already spending the money!” He was laughing so hard he was shaking. “You and Dad crack me up! You always have vacation plans when you buy lottery tickets.”

We were at the end of our street, our walk was almost done. I patted my pocket again. “You’ll see…it’ll be frozen pizzas for you.”

We walked into the house and I called for Steven. “Guess what we found on our walk?” I called out.

Steven came out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a kitchen towel. “What?”

“A lottery ticket!” I cried holding it out for him to see.

“Great!” he flipped the towel over his shoulder and took the ticket from me. “I’ll go online to see if it’s a winner.”

I realized I was holding my breath as he scrolled through his phone.

“Nope…it’s a loser.” he said as he crumpled it up and handed it back to me.

My shoulders slumped as took the ticket back from him.

“Hey,” Alex said as he patted me on the shoulder. “Look on the bright side. You’re keeping our neighborhood streets litter free.”

Steven and I were sitting on the couch reading the morning paper. “I hate turning the clocks back!” Steven grumbled as he pointed to the reminder at the top of the newspaper.

“Not me!” I cried. “I love it!”

Steven looked over at me, I could see the confusion on his face. “Since when? You hate winter.”

“That’s true.” I took another section of the paper, from the pile between us.

“You hate cold, you hate snow.” Steven began listing all my dislikes. “You hate ice. You hate shoveling, you hate not being able to sit out on the porch.”

I held up my hand to stop him from continuing. “All true.” I said. “But this year I’ve decided there’s some good things that will happen when we change the clocks so, I’ve changed my mind.”

“What good things?”

“Well, I’ll feel like cooking more.” I looked over at him and smiled. “You like that, don’t you?”

He nodded in agreement. “I do like that.”

“So now the house is going to be filled with the smells of stews, pots of sauce, and roasts.” I nodded, slowly bringing him around to what I was thinking.

“That does sound nice.” He looked confused again. “But why are you thinking turning the clocks back is going to make you cook more?”

“It isn’t.” I admitted. “It’s just going to make me feel less guilty eating.”

“Less guilty?”
“Well after my spring, summer and fall diets all failed.” I explained. “I’ve decided I’m giving up the diet for the winter and embracing the layered, oversized, flaw-hiding clothes instead.”

“Seriously?”

“Oh…completely serious.” I said. “I’m also looking forward to coming home from work and getting right into my pajamas.” We switched sections of newspapers. “If you do that when it’s still light outside people think you’re a slug.” I adjusted the pillow behind my back. “But when it’s dark at 4:30 everyone thinks you’re just getting snugly.” I looked over at Steven and smiled. “Gotta love that, right?”

Steven just shook his head.

“I’m not saying I’m completely giving up on losing some weight.” I added. “I’m just giving myself a little break.”

“How long of a break?”

“Oh…I’m thinking maybe until January when all the weight loss commercials come on and make you feel bad about yourself.” I looked over at Steven. “So a diet break? You in?”

“Well, we do have to make it through Thanksgiving and Christmas.” he said. “Those are always tough for us.”

“Exactly!” I said. “See if we both agree, then neither one of us has to feel bad.”

“That’s true.” he finally shrugged his shoulders. “Why not? I’m in.”

“See turning the clocks back is going to be great!” I smiled over at him. “Let’s celebrate!”

“Celebrate? How?”

“Meet me here on the couch Monday night, right after work. Wear your pajamas and we’ll order in!”

“Wait, I thought you said you were looking forward to cooking?”

“I can cook anytime.” I reminded him. “But this is a celebration!”

Steven and I were on a weekend getaway to Cape May. We stopped at Cape May Point Park and while we wandered through the different paths, Steven snapped pictures. An hour or so later we were back in the car. “Can I see the photo’s you took?”

“Sure.” He began swiping through his photos.

“Oh…” I cried when I saw one I loved. “Can you send me that one! I want to post it!”

Moments later it was on my Facebook feed. “Great! Thanks.” I turned off my phone and we headed to our next destination.

After a full day of sightseeing Steven and I were finally sitting at dinner and I began to scroll through my Facebook feed. “You know it’s always kind of nice to see how many people ‘like’ a picture you post.”

Steven moved his bread plate so the server could put down his salad.

“Oh look,” I cried. “Karen liked my picture! I’ve owed her a phone call for so long”

“So why haven’t you called her?”

“Because we have so much catching up to do that both of us would have to have at least an hour of free time.” I complained.

“Just call and set up a time.”

“I know I really should.” I pushed my salad to the side and continued to scroll. “Whenever she posts a picture of somewhere she’s gone I always hit the ‘like’ button.” I looked at Steven and shrugged my shoulders. “So, in a way, I feel like I’m keeping up with her.”

“Really?”

“No, not really.” I said sadly, then clicked off my phone and began to eat my salad. “Maybe I should just post to her time-line and see when it’s a good time for her to talk?” I picked up my phone again and began typing. “Maybe she has some free time this weekend.”

“That’s a good idea.” By now our main course had arrived.

“That’s the problem with Facebook.” I continued. I thanked the server then looked back at Steven. “You think you’re keeping in touch with friends by liking their posts. You see who has a birthday, a graduation, who’s working on their house but you don’t have a chance to ask any questions. All you do is hit ‘like’ and move on. No one really talks to each other any more.”

We finished dinner and while we waited for the bill I went back to Facebook to check my feed.

“Oh my gosh I love it!” I cried.

“What?”

“You know how I just wrote on Karen’s time-line that I owed her a phone call? That I’d love to catch up?”

Steven looked confused. “Yeah?”

“She just ‘liked’ my post!”  

My son Alex and I were headed out to pick up breakfast. I grabbed my keys from the kitchen counter. “I’ll drive if you run in and pick up the bagels.” I said as I headed for the front door.

Alex slipped on his shoes and grabbed a baseball cap, “Sounds good to me.” he followed me to the car.

We weren’t even half way down our street before Alex had the radio on and was quickly switching from station to station.

“Oh, I like that song.” I said.

But he’d already moved on to the next station. “There has to be something better than that.” he reasoned as he hit button after button.

“Wait,” I complained “You’re switching too fast. I can’t figure out what song it is before you switch again.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll find the right station.” The switching continued for a few more minutes before he finally turned the radio off and leaned back against the seat. “The radio’s broken.” he sighed.

I looked over at him. “Broken?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I can’t find anything worth listening to. So as far as I’m concerned it’s broken.”

I could only shake my head. “You know when I was growing up the person who decided what was listened to in the car was the person driving.” I reached over and turned the radio back on. The first station I clicked on was a classical station. “See I fixed the broken radio.”

“Humm…” Alex leaned over and turned the air conditioning off and opened his window.

I reached over and turned the air back on. “The temperature of the car was also decided by the person driving.” I explained as I pushed the button on my door that closed his window.

“But it’s beautiful out.” he said. “Wouldn’t you rather have the windows open?”

I had to admit he was right. I’d been using the air conditioning for so long it had become a habit. “I guess we could try the windows.”

He turned the air off while I lowered the windows.

We’d only driven for a few minutes before I pulled up next to another car at a stop light. Alex quickly reached over and turned off the radio. “Hey!” I cried. “I was listening to that.”

“In a minute.” He began putting his window up. “Can you close your window, I’ll turn the air back on.”

“What?” I looked over at him. “You just said you wanted the windows down because it’s a beautiful day?”

“I know.” He nodded his head to the car next to us at the stop light. It was filled with a group of guys about his age.

It took me a minute to figure out the problem but when I finally did I happily put my window up. “Sorry about that.” I started to laugh. “I guess sitting in a car listening to classical music with your Mom is a little tough on the image huh?”

“The classical station is a little embarrassing.” he admitted. “But hanging out with you isn’t bad at all.”

“Ahhh.” I almost felt a little teary. “Thanks, I like hanging out with you too!” I reached over and turned off the radio. “Looks like it’s broken again.” I laughed as I opened the windows.

Alex smiled. “I told you, that thing breaks all the time.”

I was hurrying out of the bedroom to get my morning cup of tea. “I overslept!” I cried as I passed Steven in the kitchen and grabbed the kettle from the stove.

“Oh, I thought you were just sleeping in.” he said as he moved out of the way so I could get to the sink to fill the kettle. “Did you forget to set your alarm?”

“No it was set.” I put the kettle on and hoped watching it would make it come to a boil faster.

“So what happened?” he handed me my favorite mug.

“Well, I was in the middle of this dream…” I put a tea bag into the mug.

“Oh, and you didn’t want it to end?” he nodded, “I’ve done that.”

“No, that’s not what happened.” I went back to watching the kettle. “I was in a car with a few friends.”

“Who?”

I looked back at him and shook my head. “I don’t know who they were.”

“So how do you know they were friends?”

“I don’t know.” I shrugged my shoulders. “I just knew they were.”

“Okay so…” he leaned back against the counter.

“So every time one of my friends tried to tell us a story this annoying guy sitting in the back would have his phone alarm go off.”

“Who was the guy?”

“I don’t know.”

“What was he doing in the car with you?”

“I don’t know, he was there to be annoying I guess.”

“Just because his phone alarm went off?”

“Well, it wasn’t just one time, it was over and over again.” I explained annoyed that the water hadn’t come to a boil yet. “Every time my friend would start her story the alarm would go off again.”

Steven’s phone started to ring. He took it out of his pocket, looked at the number. “I’m sorry, I have to get this.”

While he had a quick conversation I stared at my kettle and looked at the clock wondering just how late I was going to be today.

When he was done with his conversation he looked back at me. “Sorry about that. So you were saying you didn’t know who the guy in the back seat was?”

“No, but that doesn’t really matter.” The water had finally boiled and I poured it in the mug. “The reason his phone kept going off…”

Steven’s phone rang again and he, once again, looked at the number. “I’m sorry, this is work, I’m going to have to take this one too.”

I watched my tea steep as he finished up his conversation, hung up and looked back at me. “Sorry about that, so what were you saying?”

“I was telling you about my dream.” I reminded him.

“Right, right.” he leaned back against the counter. “So some guy you didn’t know was sitting in the back seat and his phone kept going off.”

“Right, so…”

Steven’s phone rang again. “Sorry about this. We just started a new job and everyone has questions.”

I threw my tea bag in the trash and headed for our bedroom to get ready for work.

Steven came in a moment later. “Sorry about that. So you were saying?”

I was pulling clothes out of the closet and laying them on the bed. “Well, I was getting annoyed every time this guys phone rang, but then I realized what I was hearing was my own alarm ringing! It had been going off for about fifteen minutes!”

“I’ve had that happen to me before. It’s just funny that you made it a guy in a carload of your girlfriends.” his phone rang again. He looked at the number. “Sorry I have to get this.”

I had to smile as he walked away.

I was running late for work so I grabbed my cup of tea and ran to go take a shower. Once I turned on the water I did what I always do while I’m waiting for the shower to get to the right temperature. I closed my eyes and stepped on the scale.

Taking a deep breath I looked down to see what today’s damage was, but there wasn’t a reading. “Hmm…that’s weird.” I stepped off, then stepped back on once again. Still nothing.

So I took my shower. While I was wiping the steam off the bathroom mirror, so I could put on my make-up, Steven came to the bathroom door. “You going to be much longer?” he called through the closed door.

“Be out in a minute.” I called, which is what I always say no matter how much time I still needed. “Hey, Steven. Did you know the bathroom scale is broken?”

“It’s not broken.” He called back. “I pulled the battery out of it.”

“What?” I stopped blending my cover-up and opened the door. “Why would you do that?”

“Because when I used it this morning it kept coming up Error.” Steven passed by me and put his towel on the shower door.

“But when I used it yesterday it was fine.” I went back to blending my cover-up under my eyes.

“Okay, but now it’s broken.” Steven went back into our bedroom to wait for me to be done. “I’ll try to pick up a battery today.”

“Okay, I guess I can skip today.” I reasoned. “But I really need it back for tomorrow. If you don’t have time to get the battery let me know and I’ll pick it up.” I popped my head around the door jam and saw him sitting on the bed. “It’s really important.” I added before I went back to the bathroom mirror to finish.

“Important?” Steven sounded confused.

“I have to weigh myself every morning to see what kind of day I’m going to have.” I called out.

“What kind of day?” Steven was now leaned against the bathroom door jam, looking at me in the mirror.

“Exactly.” I got out my blush and brush. “I weigh myself every morning, at the same time, before I get into the shower.” I pointed to my full tea mug on the sink. “It has to be before I eat or drink anything. If I’m happy with the number maybe I’ll let myself have that cookie or second piece of bread that day.” I clicked the blush container closed and put in back in the cabinet. “You know… happy number, happy day.”

Steven just shook his head. “And if it’s not a good number?”

“Terrible day.” I grabbed my hair brush. “When I eat that cookie on second piece of bread on a bad day I’m miserable the whole time I’m eating it.”

Steven started to laugh. “So the number on the scale doesn’t stop you from eating something?’

“Sometimes, but usually not.” I turned around and smiled, ready to start my day. “So you can see how today’s going to be hard for me. I’m not sure if it’s a happy day or a fat day.”

Steven watched as I collected the rest of my things before I headed for the front door. “Well, I think you look great.” he said.

I spun around to face him, a huge smile on my face. “Thanks! That’s going to help make it a great day for me!” I grabbed my purse and gave him a quick kiss good-by. “But that’s only going to work for today. I really need that battery for tomorrow.”

Steven and I have been watching separate T.V.’s for years, mostly because we had vastly different tastes in shows. But recently we decided we wanted to spend more time together so, here we were, sitting on the couch while Steven channel surfed.

“Can we please just land on a show and watch it?” I begged. I was getting dizzy as Steven flew through the channels, rejecting them before I even had a chance to see what was on.

“There’s nothing on,” he complained.

“Good, then give me the controller.” I said, holding out my hand, waiting to see if he’d actually give it to me. “I can always find something to watch.”

“It’s not your night to decide.” He reminded me. “I’ll find something.” he said, going through the more obscure channels and stopping for a longer look-see at the Golf Network.

“Please don’t.” I begged as I watched some guy picking tiny pieces of something off the green, setting up to make his putt. “Do you even know any of the guys that are playing?”I asked.

“It doesn’t matter.” Steven sat up straighter on the couch and pointed to the television. “I bet he can’t make this putt!” He said, sounding as if he had money on the game.

I sat patiently as Mr. Golfer did everything but dig a trench to the hole. The tension and anticipation mounted in the announcer’s whispered voices as they explained each step Mr. Golfer was taking.

Of course, by now, I’d closed my eyes to wait until a thunderstorm blew thought the game or the guy finally made his putt, whichever came first.

I’m not sure how long I’d been dozing when I woke up and the game had only moved to the next hole. The same amount of non-excitement was going through the hushed crowd.

It was then that I heard a familiar sound coming from the other end of the couch where Steven was laying. It was faint, but I still recognized his snore.

Sitting up, I looked over to see him fast asleep, but still clutching the controller tightly against his chest.

Getting up slowly, I tip-toed over to him to try and gently pry the controller from his grip. I wasn’t even touching him yet when his eyes popped open. “What are you doing?” he asked, tucking the controller behind his pillow.

“Oh, come on!” I complained. “You’re not even watching television anymore!”

Steven kept his hand behind the pillow. “I might not be watching but I was still listening.” he reasoned.

“You were snoring!” I said as I sat back down.

“Well, then, I want to thank you for waking me up.” He pulled the controller out from behind the pillow and adjusted the sound to be a bit louder. “I didn’t want to miss this putt.”

“Don’t forget it’s my turn to have the remote tomorrow.” I reminded him.

“Oh, I forgot to tell you, I have an appointment tomorrow night.”

“You what?” I sat up straighter. “That’s not fair!” I cried.

“What do you mean?” he looked confused. “It’s still your day to have the controller.”

“I know, but clearly half the fun of having the controller is being able to make the other person watch shows they have no interest in.” I pointed to the golf game.

Steven shrugged his shoulders then looked over at me and smiled. “What can I say except it’s a win-win for me.”