Ryan’s Designer Pie

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Today’s prompt: pie, fuel, designer

Husband’s favorite dessert is

“Any kind” of pie… but I can’t bake

One to save my very soul, no good

At crusts.

On his birthday I cook his favorite

Dinner, and offer cake with candles.

He’s always grateful…but it’s not pie.

Yesterday he was rather late coming

Home from errands… I’d started to 

Fret, fussed at him as he walked in.

Wearing sheepish smile, he explained

He’d discovered a new shop across

From where he fuels up the car…

It advertised “designer pies”.

What could I say? 🙂

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Ryan and Rita’s Rule

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/three-things-challenge-pl65/

Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti

Husband invited his nephew for dinner…

We have a rule:  if Ryan doesn’t okay

His invitations with me, then he cooks.

I love to cook, don’t get me wrong, but

Not under pressure of less than 24-hrs

Notice… I was waiting to see if I’d

Be ordering pizza.

Nephew Will showed up with a

Potted fern in hand…I guess it was a

Fern…looked sad, bedraggled…but I

Thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

He shuffled his feet, blushed, said

“Yeah, I heard Uncle Ry’s in deep

Doo-doo…what’s he making?”

No food fragrance gave hint, so

We went to check the galley.

McHandsome had a pot boiling…

Pasta, steaming up the windows.

He wore my apron, and grinned…  

“Almost ready, Love!”

Will asked what it was.

“Your favorite and mine, Rita’s

Spaghetti with meatballs!”

Will arched his eyebrows at me:

“You caved?”

I shook my head…. “the man’s

Lucky I label frozen food

Containers…might have been

Turkey drippings from last

Thanksgiving.”

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More Ryan and Rita

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/04/17/three-things-challenge-pl63/

Today’s prompt: sugar, certificate, golf

Another episode with America’s Senior (blog) Sweethearts…♥

Husband took up golf last year, but

Not in a serious way…he’s no addict.

So I was surprised when he came in 

Holding a piece of paper with a gold

Seal on it… “What’s this?” I ask.

“A certificate,” he says.

I shrug, make a smiley-frown, thinking

There was probably a competition I’ve

Forgotten about… “No trophy, Sugar?”

“Read it,” he says.

It says he’s certified to be a coach…how

Did that happen, I’m wondering, not

Showing the enthusiasm he was expecting.

“You’re qualified to be a coach?  That

 Happened quick…”

“Yep, I took to golf like a duck to water.”

He’s a little too proud for my liking.

“Well, what does this mean, exactly…

What does it entail?  Will you be

Gone every weekend, now?”

“No, not every one…takes time to get

Referrals, people who want a coach.”

I’m getting a sick-stomach feeling.

“Um…do I need to worry about you

Spending inordinate amounts of time

With young women in short-shorts?”

“Good grief, Love.”  His expression

Doesn’t reassure me somehow.

“Well…I was young once, remember

And I fell for you because you were an

Older man…mature, charming, gorgeous, etc.

So I think you should be cautious about the

Students, clients, you agree to coach.”

His back is to me as he looks out the window

And says, “it’s the older, rich widows and

Divorcees who seem to hunt the coaches.”

“Oh…great.  I’d have to be wealthy, aside

From our joint assets, to compete?”

“Rita, I’m flattered that you think I’m  

Still a chick-magnet, but you also know

I’m a one-woman guy… Maybe you’d like

To be my first student?” he asks, his arms

Around my waist as he nuzzles my neck.

I have zero interest in golf…there are other

Sports he could coach me in, though…

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