“Honey you’ll be late for Pickle Ball,” Shouted Ralph from the bottom of the stair case. He was greeted with silence. He chose to putter in the kitchen. Look good while wiping down the counter tops. Those were done, leaving the dishes to be loaded in the dish washer. Since Ralph was still in the dog house he figured this will get him out.
Ralph pushed the wash button on the dish washer as Susan entered. She walked up to Ralph and patted his muffin top.
“See you on the court.” Chuckled Susan.