Elysha sent this text to me from the comfort of her bed a few minutes ago.
Please note the condescension.
Take the plastic wrap off first?
Does she really think I might be stupid enough to cook cinnamon rolls while covered in the plastic that she stretched over the tray last night?
Clara had already come downstairs and delivered this message in person, so I had already put her precious cinnamon rolls into the oven by the time I read this unnecessary text message.
And I’ll have you know that I placed that tray of cinnamon rolls into the oven with the plastic wrap still affixed, but because I am not an idiot, I noticed the problem while closing the oven and removed that plastic wrap immediately.
My wife didn’t marry a fool, regardless of what she may think.
