Banjo Man planned to sneak out to Kohl’s, a 25-minute drive from our house, to shop.
But I saw his “to do” list for the weekend. Weeding, bank, post office, something about the lawn mower bag, the dump, Kohl’s…
Me: Kohl’s??? You’re going to Kohl’s without me???
Banjo Man: I didn’t want to make you feel bad that you had to work and couldn’t go.
Banjo Man, shoving a sale flyer toward me: “I need pants. There’s a sale. What does this coupon thing on the front mean?”
I peeled off the sticker. We get 30% off everything.
Banjo Man: That’s a good deal, right? I need pants.
Me, thinking, adding, subtracting pages and hours: If we don’t go until after 5, and if I can get 16 pages written and still have time to shower, at 4:30, then I can go. Eight hours, two pages an hour…
Banjo Man: Uh, I really need pants.
Me: Do not talk to me until 5. I’m busy.
Banjo Man needs a shirt, too.