Don has a fat lip

I was feeling peckish and so I decided to roast a marshmallow or two. 

“What are you doing?“  Don asked, perking up from where he was sitting on the sofa watching the Penguins and the Edmonton Oilers go at it. 

“Roasting marshmallows.“

“Oh,“ Don said and the next thing I knew the TV was off and he was standing next to me by the stove and so I handed him a fork with a marshmallow stuck on the prongs.  It was fun and the marshmallows tasted good and we were having a great time, but then I guess my conversation was so interesting and scintillating that Don forgot that he had to blow out the flames on his marshmallow before he popped it into his mouth. 

Needless to say, he’s not roasting marshmallows anymore. 

He is nursing his fat lip, slathering it in Aloe.  He’s back to watching hockey and wishing he’d never stopped.

Posted by Meg Tilly on Thursday, November 06, 2008 in