Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Supercilious Salad Story

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.

2 comments:

October Dawn said...

Hey, once the lettuce is in the bowl, the salad is half made!

Alice said...

As long as there is ranch dressing available, everything's cool. All that other stuff's just a holder for it anyway...