Mello could be really bossy sometimes. I didn't know that until now. Okay, that's a lie but now I just think that he is lazy. We were going on a camping trip tomorrow and he wanted sweets to eat. But would he make them? Nope, I had to.
So, there I was with a box of chocolate fudge brownie mix and a tube of cinnamon rolls. What. The. Hell. The things that I do for this man.
Okay, the cinnamon rolls seemed easy enough. Until I realized that we didn't have nonstick cooking spray.
And, of course, I'm still standing in the kitchen, holding a tube of cinnamon rolls, when Mello walks in.
"What are you doing?" Mello asked as he sat down at the small table.
"We don't have any cooking spray." I looked up form the tube when he started laughing. "What the hell are you laughing at? Huh, blondie?"
"Okay, okay. Lets not start with the hair color jokes. All you have to do is use vegetable oil to grease the pan." Mello stated, standing to pull open a cabinet and grabbing the oil.
I did as he said and popped the rolls into the oven. "Now what?"
"Brownies!" Mello yelled at almost the top of his lungs. "Brownies, brownies, brownies."
"Mells, you don't have to yell or chant. I will still make them but you have to stop." and yet he continued. "Now, or else I don't make the brownies."
That shut him up.
I followed the directions on the box, closely and carefully. Soon, I had the mix ready and all I was waiting for was the rolls.
"Can-"
"No."
"Please."
"No."
"But, Matt, I want to lick the bowl."
"No, it has eggs in it." Mello gave me his pouting eyes. "No, I don't want you to get sick. So, no."
"Matt, I never get sick when I lick the bowl after I cook brownies."
"While, you should have thought of that before you told me to cook." I picked up the bowl and started toward the sink with it, when it was suddenly gone from my hands.
I looked around the kitchen dumbly until I saw that Mello had it and was tipping his finger into the mix and eating it. "Mello, are you sure that you aren't a ninja?"
"Umm, no, not really. Want some?" He offered me the bowl but I could see the death grip he had on it.
"Sure, why not." I started to dip my finger in to get some of the mix. Only to have him grab my finger and lick it off. He then dipped his finger in and held it up for me to lick.
So we sat there for fifteen minutes as we waited for the rolls to finish, eating brownie mix off each other's fingers.
When the rolls were done, I put the brownies in and set the timer for half an hour.
Giving Mello a quick kiss on the lips, I ran from the room and told him to pull the brownies when they were done.
What? I have a life too, you know? I have to play games at least six hours a day. I was only up to two and only had five hours of this day left. And I had to go shopping before we left.
