Wednesday, October 26, 2005

It's possible there may be times when I'm a slight pain in the ass

Last night. Dinner.

Mr. S.: Honey, what do you want to eat?

Me: I don't know ... what are you eating?

Mr. S.: I can make whatever you want. How about pizza?

Me: Mmmm ... no ....

Mr. S.: Pasta?

Me: ... that doesn't really sound good either ...

Mr. S.: Grilled cheese? Soup? Mac and cheese? Burgers?

Me: ... meh ... no ... no ... not really ... ehhh ...

Mr. S.: Maybe you should just go look and see what we have. We don't have to eat the same thing, either.

Me: But I wanna eat what you're eating! Dinner time should be when we eat together!

Mr. S.: Honey ...

Me: (looking in fridge and freezer) Ooh - I think maybe I'll have this frozen rice bowl. That sounds good.

(Slight pause)

Mr. S.: Honey, I have three aneurysms just waiting to go. One for you and one for each of our future kids.

Me: Ooh, the pressure.

Mr. S.: And it's not going to take much, either. One conversation. "What do you want for dinner?" "I don't know." And KABLAM! I'm dead.

Me: Maybe you should learn how to meditate.