Wifedom is NOT the Hotness

First of all, I'm not a wife. I'm a daughter of an invalid. But I feel like a wife. I worked a full day, came home, woke her up, made dinner, and all I got was "The turkey is tender!" And a chipper nod.

I thanked her after meals, because I knew the effort it took to make dinner, especially after a hard day of work. Eventually I started cooking, before I moved away. Eh. I've already wound down.

I do feel flogging practice coming on, tonight, though.