another incident involving a sandwich
I tried to seem super busy and stressed out yesterday morning before I headed off to work, because I could feel Ali about to ask me for a favor. Apparently I didn’t look busy enough.
Ali: “Is there anything you can make me for lunch?
Me: “I don’t know. All we have are leftover scrambled eggs.” (I wasn’t kidding when I said I can’t throw food out.) “Do you want an egg sandwich?”
Ali: “An egg sandwich?”
Me: “Yes, an egg sandwich.”
Ali: (Insert a 5 minute pause here. 5 solid minutes – I kid you not.) “I guess.”
My mind was going haywire with comments but I somehow managed not to voice any of them. Instead I marched myself into the kitchen and made him a sandwich.
Fast forward to 12 hours later when we were eating dinner.
Me: “How was your egg sandwich?”
Ali: “It was okay.”
Me: “What do you mean by just okay?”
Ali: “Well why did you put ketchup in it?”
Me: “Because you always eat ketchup with your eggs.”
Ali: “No I don’t.”
Me: “I see. So the big pile of ketchup you’ve had on your plate every time you’ve eaten eggs for the last 11 years we’ve been married has been for appearances sake only.”
I’m just exhausted. And it has nothing to do with being tired.