Warm House With Homemade Chili

I smell chili powder, onions simmering Salivate over chocolate brownies that are too hot to frost Wild neon paintings liven up this room; my own works of art. I hear my husband’s TV set, it is loud, and there is gunfire. I smell something lemon, possibly dishwashing detergent. Follow my nose to the sink. My husband has washed it! Not a great job, but a six on a ten scale, so okay. Sophie Helen begins barking wildly; robbers or mailman is here. I touch the top of the brownies; still too warm to frost. Decide to check the corn muffins. They are perfect! Take then out. The hot pad has one of those plastic pieces in it; I pull that out. When is the chili ready? It is my husband. He looks hopeful. I will bring it to you I tell him. I still must add jalapenos to mine. His TV is getting louder, but Sophie Helen has settled down. I put the corn muffins into two bowls and begin dipping out chili. A comfortable life in a warm house with a fantastic homemade meal.