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My bride and I live in a nice small house. You could call it a cottage, actually. She used to be an interior decorator before her eyesight went bad but she still has an eye for color and arrangements. She made a front door decoration for Xmas, used limbs from the Xmas tree and some artificial fruit for accent. I was passing through the front hall one morning and spotted a wild turkey at our front door(outside naturally). The poor bird was trying to figure out how to get the fruit. He finally gave up and went on his way.
My other amusing tale is about our kitchen. It's small. You might call it a "pullman kitchen" or a "butler's pantry" - I've seen "butler's pantries" which were bigger. It does have space for two thin people in it - back to back. I've seen four people try to work in it without screeming at each other. There usually is a lot of "excuse me"being said. Well, to make a short story shorter. My bride and I were cooking last weekend. I reached in front of her to get something (I don't remember what) and suddenly she called me "bitch." Then she said "there's only room for one woman in this kitchen." I've been trying to analyse that ever since. Is she accepting my femme side more? Am I getting bitchy? Was she conscious of calling me bitch, at the time? My reaction was to laugh and apologise. She got over whatever ticked her off.
Life goes on in our little home.
