“Sorry honey I can’t cook tonight,” yelled Jill through the en suite door. “You’ll have to order take out.”
“Why not?” Jack hollered back from the bedroom. He sat up to improve his view of the TV, wedging several pillows behind his spine.
Jill’s head protruded from the bathroom door; her shoulders were bare and a towel was wrapped around her head. “I told you; I’m going out with friends from work.”
“I thought you went out last night,” Jack questioned the close door.
“Yesterday I caught up with my school friends, tonight I’ll see my work friends, and tomorrow I’m meeting my yoga friends.” Jill entered the room in a long red dress, attaching silver earrings as she traversed to the wardrobe.
“What’s with these classifications?” asked Jack, noticing his wife only when she blocked his view of the screen. “If I had to group my friends I would probably sort them by state. Stan’s definitely a solid; he’s so set in his routine, and he never leaves the house; if you ever want to see him you have to go to his place. Rod would probably be a liquid; he’s happy to flow with anything; he doesn’t mind jumping on board your plans but he’s not offended if you block him out. Stevo’s most certainly a gas; he’ll take up any space you give him; if there’s vacant room in your schedule he’ll claim it.”
“I really wish you would ask him to move out,” said Jill, leaning in for a kiss. “He’s been living on our couch for over a year.”
“Why not?” Jack hollered back from the bedroom. He sat up to improve his view of the TV, wedging several pillows behind his spine.
Jill’s head protruded from the bathroom door; her shoulders were bare and a towel was wrapped around her head. “I told you; I’m going out with friends from work.”
“I thought you went out last night,” Jack questioned the close door.
“Yesterday I caught up with my school friends, tonight I’ll see my work friends, and tomorrow I’m meeting my yoga friends.” Jill entered the room in a long red dress, attaching silver earrings as she traversed to the wardrobe.
“What’s with these classifications?” asked Jack, noticing his wife only when she blocked his view of the screen. “If I had to group my friends I would probably sort them by state. Stan’s definitely a solid; he’s so set in his routine, and he never leaves the house; if you ever want to see him you have to go to his place. Rod would probably be a liquid; he’s happy to flow with anything; he doesn’t mind jumping on board your plans but he’s not offended if you block him out. Stevo’s most certainly a gas; he’ll take up any space you give him; if there’s vacant room in your schedule he’ll claim it.”
“I really wish you would ask him to move out,” said Jill, leaning in for a kiss. “He’s been living on our couch for over a year.”