So, um, Catherine is dreaming up scary Halloween costumes and thinks she has a winner: The most frightening thing she could possibly be is … me.
This was announced only half-jokingly at the dinner table tonight, following a dust-up that occurred when she and Basil returned home and both began talking to me at once while I tried to wrap up my workday.
To hear the two of them tell it, my reaction to the interruption was downright Medusa-like.
They fled in fear for their lives, going for a ride in the car for 30 minutes, then returned after the laptop was stowed, the dishwasher emptied and the long-ago dried laundry folded.
Somehow it escaped them that they could have actually been helpful around here rather than ridicule me.
No matter. Revenge will be mine.
You see, Catherine says that I can be HER for Halloween.
Payback is a … well, you know.