Last week, The Husband asked me if we had any plans for the weekend. Except I somehow misheard him and thought he said, “Did we invite any guests for the weekend?”
I looked around our disaster zone of an apartment, filled with previously cupboarded items lying willy nilly around the dining room, kitchen, and bedroom, with boxes of books that used to be in the office-cum-nursery, and with huge appliances blockading the middle of the rooms.
“Who would we invite?” I said. “People we don’t like?”
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