The R.S.V.P.

“I forgot we said we’d go to this,” she said, looking at a calendar reminder that just lit up her phone.

“Is there anyway out of it?” He asked.

He looked to the operating KitchenAid mixer preparing a batch of cookie dough.  She watched his eyes move from the mixer to his hands.

“No!” She said, stunned.

“I wasn’t actually going to put my hand in there.  That would ruin the cookies,” he said.

“Take the cookies out first,” she said.

“Wait, what?” he asked, shocked.

“I don’t know what I’m saying!”

“Should we call them and cancel?”

“Too easy.”


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