She wanted to. And, to be honest, so did I. I've had flat whisk dreams for a while now.
And he said, "So, you'll probably want some money, right?"
You know...like we live in 1955.
And I said, "Money is always appreciated."
Because, why fight it if it's workin' for ya'.
So he asked how much I thought I needed. Which is just a ridiculous question. I've never been to this store. I don't know what they have. I don't know what they're charging. What I do know is that it's completely embarrassing to be standing at the register and not have enough money....so just give me everything you have and I'll bring you the change.
This is my thinking and my reasoning for responding with,
"Hundred bucks."
He laughed. Then he rolled his eyes. Then he looked at me like I was crazy insane.
But I stood strong. Ask for the moon and all.
So he says,
"Oh yeah right. Here's $40."
"Fine. I'll see what I can get with this," and I put it in my wallet, although I really only wanted to satisfy my flat whisk dreams and maybe a few fantasies about a french rolling pin.
Truly, I would have taken $20, but I didn't want to tell him that because then he would say that he would have given me $60 and then I would have had to put on a strapless, red velvet dress and a sparkly diamond necklace and fly off to San Francisco to see the opera and rescue him right back.
And it was too early in the morning and I couldn't get my hair to curl right.
Besides, I've never been much of an opera fan anyway.
When he got home last night he asked me what I bought and we played Kitchen Toy Store Show and Tell.
"How much did it come to?"
"$37 and change."
(because the first $20 did, in fact, cover the whisk and the rolling pin, but maybe a few things jumped into my basket that I wasn't counting on)
(3 ladles in graduated sizes are always useful)
(one professional spatula beats the crap out of two plastic ones)
(a red, silicone basting brush that stands heat up to 500 degrees?...come on!)
"Well, it's a good thing I gave you forty."
Right.
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