The day was coming to an end, the work was hard but it had to be done. It had been a hot and steamy day, causing tempers to fray. She stands gazing into the refrigerater looking for some leftovers to reheat for supper. The only thing to be seen is some beef and noodles that are about a week old and were unsavory to begin with and a small bowl of chicken salad, not enough for 3 hungry mouths. She hears the shower running and hopes the water will cool his mood and also give her time to cook something since the leftover idea didn't pan out. On to the cupboard to sort through the various boxes and bags of 'easy' food and settles on spaghetti. Easy and quick, it is one of her favorites. This won't be so bad after all. She grabs the box and to her horror, realizes too late that someone had opened the end of the box of spaghetti then set it back in the cupboard, open end in! What a mess! Just what I need! The scream of frusteration brings him to the kitchen, still wet from the shower but does he offer to help? I think not, not even a word of sympathy. With a roll of his eyes he disappears into the other end of the house. The safer end, to be sure. Well..... good thing the floor was swept just a couple hours earlier. There is nothing to do but sit on the floor, get comfortable and start picking up, one by one by one. She takes her time, after all sitting down is just what she wanted to do anyway instead of cooking supper so he may just have to wait a little longer for that 'bite to eat' he was counting on. The problem with the sitting part was that spaghetti tends to scatter when it is dropped from a considerable height and an arms reach from one spot leaves a lot of spaghetti around the edges. Digging it out from under the cabinets cannot be done from a sitting position either. By this time the tempers had cooled but the water was boiling and the hamburger was thawed so back to the stove. Oops, forgot to put the garlic bread under the broiler! She raises the rack so it will get done quicker but too late realizes that the time it takes to drain the spaghetti just might be a little too long under the broiler at that height. Oh well, it does scrape off, most of it at least. Sit, relax, and enjoy the meal. Don't think about the frying pan full of spaghetti sauce that needs to be put away, the few strings of spaghetti drying on the sides of the kettle and the black crumbs in the sink. He will take care of that while she puts her feet up and watches a little TV. Oh wait, no, that was a dream she had the other night. The TV is on and there are some feet proped up on the coffee table but her feet are not a size 12 with yellow toenails so who could that be? It is her turn to roll her eyes while she wipes the table and loads the dishwasher. He wants WHAT tonight??? Well, that will be in his dreams too. I'll teach you to roll your eyes and leave the room, I will, I will! He does smell good though, after that shower.............