A little role reversal is good for the soul

This weekend was very strange, but in a good way. Michael and I settled in on Friday night. We made dinner and goofed around. Saturday I got up and went for my walk while Michael went to class. I felt energized so I decided to go into town and look around. I wanted to start looking for little Christmas things for stockings and stuff. Last year we didn't really have Christmas because we put all of our money into the house. I hate waiting until the last minute though. It gets too stressful and isn't fun anymore. So I looked around and then met up with Michael for lunch. Traffic was awful. Michael looked like fire was going to shoot out of his eyes by the time he got to the restaurant. We enjoyed lunch together and he was going to head home. I decided to stay out because he needed to work on the computer. I didn't want to disturb him. I got home around eight. There was a head on collision on the main road to my house so all the traffic got diverted to a different route. It was storming like mad. The road they diverted us onto began to flood. It seemed like forever before I got home. I forget what else we did that night.

Sunday morning we work up pretty early like seven-thirtyish. Michael got on the computer right away. I started doing the chores. I put the dishes away, picked up all the shoes and clothing, balanced the checkbook, filed bills, started the laundry, made the grocery list, and so on. Michael was on the computer still. He is working on building us a web page. I started to get a little pissed at him because I had asked him to scoop the cat box earlier that week. He didn't do it and it fucking stunk. We started a big pissing contest about it. Then we both realized we didn't want to get in an argument about cat piss and dropped it. So he enjoyed his coffee and computer and I sat down with hot cocoa and turned on the television. I remembered I had entered into a football pool, so I thought I would watch a little football. It has been a while since I really enjoyed the sport. I'm more of a baseball maniac. When I do watch football, it's usually college. Something happened to me though. The fact that I could win $60, changed my level of interest in the games. I was still in my pink esprit pajamas when only a few minutes later I was shouting, "Run you dumb mofo!" I really started getting into it. I still was changing the laundry over from washer to dryer, but then Michael was folding it. Hmm, that's weird. Then I asked him what he wanted to do today and he had no response. I thought we might see if our other netflix movie came in the mail. He said, "I don't want to go and check the mail. Even if the movie is in there, my husband won't let me watch it because the football game is on." I thought it was funny and told him to make me a potpie like a good wife.

Several hours later Michael started doing chores. He made dinner, took out the trash, and refilled my drink. What in the hell got into him? It was awesome, those roles are usually reversed. I really enjoyed just relaxing. I think I am third place in the football pool. Then, are you ready for the finale, he BAKED me BROWNIES! This man activity shit rocks. It must me nice to have a penis.