Brett’s new job is on second shift, so I only get to see/talk to him from 11:30 p.m. – 12:00 a.m. (which is when I promptly fall asleep). I’m usually a little tired by the time he comes home from work, and last night was no exception.
I was already half-asleep when he got home. My head was slumped down, and I was perilously close to drooling on the book I’d been reading to try and stay awake. Brett bounced into the room (he so AWAKE at night, now). We talked for a few minutes, and I told him I had made him a pork chop.
“It’s in the fridge,” I told him. “Oh, and I made you a salad, too. Only I wasn’t sure what you’d want in it, so I didn’t add tomatoes, onions, or cucumbers.”
My husband studied my sleepy-stupid face for a second. “So, you um, basically put lettuce in a bowl?”
“Oh yeah,” I agreed. “I guess that’s what I did. Enjoy your salad.” I patted him on the head, totally missing his point, as I dropped into a dead sleep.
And that’s all I remember, folks.
Remember, don’t cook or make salad when you’re tired. Stupid conversation (on your part) may ensue.