When the Beast has Tuesdays off, I can expect a tirade of phone calls and emails from him while I’m at work. They start at about 10:30am asking when I’m coming home and what I am doing.
This most recent Tuesday, he mentioned that he was going to make dinner. He said he was going to make a “ceviche of mussels on a bed of sun-dried tomato and olive tapenade.” After I stopped laughing, he continued. He said he was going to make “hamburgers like Whitney makes them because hers are the best hamburgers in the world.”
