“You’re such an idiot!” AC screeched at her husband.  “What’s wrong with you?”

She ran to the bedroom, leaving Grimlock alone in the kitchen, feeling guilty as heck.

By herself, she sat on the edge of the bed, silently fuming.  Her arms were folded and her lips curved in a sour frown.  She thought of what just happened.  AC had told Grimlock to keep the groceries in the fridge.  She did warn him that he was packing the freezer too much, but he wouldn’t listen.  He was busy yapping on about putting new pictures on their dresser or something.  Then the frozen ice cream fell out and crushed his foot.  In his pain, Grimlock had stomped his other foot… right on top of the ice cream container.  Not only had the ice cream spilled and ruined the carpet, but Grimlock also tried to get out of it by uttering a stupid laugh.  Like that would get the mess off the floor!  As if!

A movement caught her eye, and AC turned.  It was just her reflection in the mirror.  Her eyes trailed from the mirror to the framed photos beside it.  Those pictures weren’t there the other day!  She realized that that was what Grimlock had been trying to tell her earlier.  There was a picture of Grimlock and her together on a swing set.  AC remembered that day.  That was the day Grimlock told her he loved her.

Still sitting on the bed, she looked at the other pictures.  One showed them outside a restaurant.  Grimlock was holding her from behind as she proudly displayed the new ring on her finger.  AC smiled as she remembered the way she had screamed when Grimlock proposed.

The last frame contained a large photo.  It showed AC and Grimlock seriously kissing.  AC bit her lip.  It was one of their wedding pictures.

“Hello?”

AC looked up to find Grimlock standing in the doorway, both hands concealed behind his back.  She knew he was up to something.  AC guessed he was trying to make up, but she wanted to play with him a little.  She kept the scowl on her face, pretending to still be angry.

Grimlock held out one hand, which was clutching a bunch of flowers.  “Met her on a Mon-day,” he sang slowly.

As an answer, AC threw a pillow at his feet.

Undaunted, Grimlock pulled his hand out from behind his back, revealing a tall glass of ice tea, a curly straw sticking out.  “Took her for a drink on a Tues-da-ay!”

She cringed at her husband’s efforts, but she let out a growl to keep up the angry look.  She did take the drink and sipped it.

Grimlock took a seat next to his wife and linked his arms behind her back.  He looked deep in her eyes, watching her watch him.  Almost whispering, he sang suggestively, “Making love on Wednesday?”

She permitted herself to smile for him.  Then she let out a giggle, showing that she just couldn’t stay angry at this silly dufus any longer.

When she didn’t way anything, Grimlock continued singing.  “And Thursday, and Friday, and Saturday, and chill on –“

He stopped short when AC put a finger to his lips.  “Enough already!” she said.  “You had me at ‘hello’.”

They laughed as they forgave each other in a big hug.

Grimlock?  What day is it?”

He turned his head to look at their calendar.  The last X was on Sunday.  “It’s Sunday.  Too bad, huh?”

At that, AC walked to the calendar and crossed out the next three days.  “Not anymore.”

She turned off the lights.