Breaking and Entering
© 2002 Couture "Will you be a dear and clean the kitchen tonight?" I asked my husband, who was sitting in his recliner watching television. "Come on honey, I'm watching something right now." Bryan said, pointing the remote around me and at the TV as if he could somehow zap me and make me move as easily as he could change the channel. I looked back and saw that hateful little planet at the edge of the T.V. screen. Just great, the fucking sci-fi channel. He would be sitting in his...