So, yesterday this was featured on The Besst.

About three minutes later, I got a text from Dad, Interrupted who said he was certain that I had specifically said it was okay to leave the kitchen in that state and that Sam and I would take care of it Friday night.

I have no memory of that event. DI isn’t even certain that he wasn’t recalling a particularly vivid dream (because of course he dreams vividly of me relieving him of all chores).

In the event of a tie, however (I can’t prove I didn’t say it, and he can’t prove he actually heard it), I default to giving my beloved the benefit of the doubt.

I have to; I can’t afford to give him anything else because I blew it all on the kitchen remodel.

It makes no never mind, of course: Sam still cleared out that kitchen like a champ and I just sat and vegetated after work.

Win/win.

© E. Stocking Evans 2013