Mr. Fixit peeped around the dining room doorway, “I smell something good.”
I replied from the kitchen, “That must be my new perfume. It’s called “Corn Muffins.”
He said, “It must be expensive because I can smell it in the living room.”
Later while having our midmorning coffee break with fresh, warm corn muffins he had a small problem with his first one; half of the muffin stuck to the muffin paper cup. (I neglected to spray the cups with PAM because I usually do that out on the deck. I haven’t found a way to keep from spraying it all over the place.) While he was scraping the remains of his muffin from the first paper, I removed the paper from his second one without tearing the muffin to pieces.
He said, “So now you’re the Muffin Wizard?”
We gave ourselves a device for streaming movies through Netflix for Christmas. Mr. Fixit has been watching old B/W westerns since Monday. I’m so glad that he’s had something to do while we’ve been trapped. Cabin fever makes our goofy conversations goofier than ever.