Like last night. I was feeling a wee bit peckish, and looked for a tasty treat in the kitchen. There it was, waiting to be eaten....the leftover apple fried pie. Just the thing. Apple-y, cinnamon-y deliciousness.
Except, technically, it wasn't mine. Mine was nibbled to death earlier in the day by someone who shall remain nameless. So, technically, this fabulousness belonged to The Husband. I cut it in half and set it on a pretty plate, hoping he had forgotten about it altogether, and think I was really, really sweet for offering to share it with him. Or just let me have it all, which was my preference. And my right, as lioness.
So I took it in, set it on the bed, and proudly proclaimed, "I brought you a treat!"
TH: "Thanks, love. Would you like half?"
Me/TW: "Why, yes. Isn't it handy that it's already cut in two?"
Sharing is a wonderful thing.....especially when I get the most.
Have shared anything lately? Even, maybe, especially, if you didn't want to?
Have you been there?