Men Are Such Babies

“Hold the onions. Extra cheese.”

“They said fifteen minutes. Could you stop for another case of Mountain Dew?”

“Drive carefully!”

Hobbling into the bathroom to complete my necessities, I am back on the sofa before she returns.

“The television remote has been moved and I can’t reach it.”

“Thanks so much.”

I hear the cabinet doors opening and shutting: she is getting the pizza ready.

“Crushed ice, please? The medication has caused my teeth to become more sensitive.”

Off my feet for a solid seven days: doctor’s orders. Only one more left. Life as a king is soon to end.

Written for Saturday’s Photo Prompt: Requirements: The Photo Prompt and 100 words. My entry is a catch-up entry from several weeks ago.


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