“I’m watching TV and making your dinner.” I chuckled. “Very domestic.” “Just hurry up. If I don’t get the damn crib put together today, my life is gonna be hell.” “Fine, I’m coming.” “Don’t forget the half-gallon of paint and the staple gun.” “I won’t.” “And that blue tape that you use when you’re painting.” “You mean the painter’s tape?” “Screw you, smart-ass,” he grumbled as he hung up.
