Before Blair left for work yesterday, he walked into my office and gave me a kiss good-bye.
"Love you," he said.
"I love you, too."
He walked outside, got in his car and drove away. Three minutes later my phone rings. I see it's Blair. I pick up. "Hello?"
"I love you."
"Aw, that's so sweet," I say, touched.
"And the Earth Fare coupon for a free whole chicken is sitting on my printer upstairs."
"Aaaugh, you ruined it!" I said, laughing. "You didn't call to say you loved me! You called about chicken."
"No! I called because I was thinking about you and wanted to tell you I love you." He paused and then added sheepishly, "But, you know... I mean, it is a free chicken."
My next book is going to be on the different stages of romance in a marriage and how the hot passion of the early years somehow folds itself over into, "I love you--and don't forget the chicken," without you ever really noticing.
It's all good though.
Chicken and love are two of my favorite things in life.