Niles and Nachos
On fighting for your marriage
Standing by the stove top, stirring something or other for supper, probably chopped onions, I look across, sigh, and say to my husband, “We should watch Frasier.”
“What?….Frasier?” he laughs.
I have zero idea if it’s even an appropriate show to watch. All I know is that life and marriage and child raising and adult child parenting is gut wretchingly difficult and all I want at that moment is to eat a ginormous plate of fake-cheese nachos and dissolve into the shows we used to watch before we knew anything about taxes, politics, seed oils, and hormones.
I just want to watch Niles order his latte-with-a-whisper-of-cinnamon again and forget about paying bills or planning next week’s menu.