Ultimatum

So last night Joy says to the other three of us as we sit in the TV room together for a minute, "Someone has to get a boyfriend before that kitchen light bulb blows out again." Changing the kitchen light bulb involves a ladder and reaching and moving the ceiling tile and not dropping this glass globe-- not fun. "I don't care which one of us, but we need a boyfriend to use for tasks like this." We all looked at each other. "Yeah, okay." While we're dreaming of this imaginary man, let's make him like to mow the lawn and shovel snow, clean basements, wash the dog, fix appliances. Let's make him like theology and pancakes and kissing. As the appropriate birthday card I received from Joy and Mel said, "She liked imaginary men best of all."