I remember the first fight James and I had as newlyweds. I was not a good cook but I had acquired a secret weapon to aid my culinary cause: a brand new George Foreman grill. It looked easy enough – place the chicken in, close the lid, and allow the patented sloped design and nonstick coating to do the rest! I was going to make chicken, rice and broccoli. This was a big event in my new bride life.
It was about 5:00 pm when James bounded into our small Dallas apartment on the fourth floor.
"There's a guy I passed on the way up," he said. "He's just moving in, why don't we invite him over for dinner?"
There was no way I was having a guest for dinner. First, I didn't have enough chicken for more than two people. Second, I was nervous about serving the dinner just to James, let alone a guest. Third, our apartment didn't have much furniture and was in no condition for entertaining. Fourth, I am a planner while James is spontaneous and this was not planned.
I clearly outlined these reasons to James and apologized that we wouldn't be able to do it. I returned to slaving over my George Foreman grill. About ten minutes later, James waltzed in the kitchen and announced with a twinkle in his eye, "Our new neighbor Walter will be up for dinner in a few minutes."
Didn't I just say he couldn't come? I was fuming! After I slammed cabinet drawers shut and set up another place setting, the doorbell rang.
During dinner, I ate very little chicken and broccoli as Walter enjoyed my share. Right after Walter left and the door was closed, my smile immediately turned into a scowl and I stomped into the kitchen.
James literally tackled me and threw me on the floor in Tigger-like fashion. He laid right on top of me and put his big grinning face close to mine and said emphatically, "I'm sorry!"
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