I Could If I Were French

MY WIFE just got a new dishwasher for us. She didn’t tell me, she just got it. I discovered this the other day when I came home from work and saw it, but it was difficult to learn any more at the moment, since she was in the living room with her best friend, Ilana, planning a party at our house that weekend for 25-or-so of the Little League parents. I didn’t know about this, either.

“Oh, you’ll love it,” she said with a wave of her hand, and turned back to Ilana, who was animatedly saying something like, “I think the pasta station should go in the playroom.”