
I was pretty busy yesterday at work, preparing a training and then helping with that training at the end of the day, causing me to rush to exercise class, which felt good. On Monday night, it just felt funny, I must have been starting to catch that darned bug. Then, Tuesday, of course, I missed it, so last night felt really good.
Then, home to hubby, where one of our great re-occurring conversations occurred. (And for each Ummmm....picture a lip curling up or nose wrinkling):
Me: What do you want for supper? Him: I don't care, I'm just hungry Me: How about spaghetti? Him: Ummm.... Me: goulash? Him: Ummmm.... Me: Want me to run get something Him: Ummmm.... Me: How about Chinese? Him: Chinese? That's all you ever want...chinese? Me: It's just a suggestion, we don't have many choices here...how about I just cook you a hamburger Him: Ummmm... Me: Want to just go out Him: No! I don't want to go anywhere Me: What are you hungry for? Him: I don't know, I'm just hungry Me thinking to self: You have sat here since 3:45 and it is now 6:15. If you were so hungry, why didn't you start something Me talking outloud: Well, we only have mexican, chinese or maybe a sandwich or burger to run get here Him: Hmmm.... Me: I am just making you a hamburger and fries and I'll make myself something e

Geez, anyone else ever hear that crap? The only thing better is when I say what do you want? and he says "food". Yikes. Mind you, most days I do plan ahead, but in doubt, I set out hamburger to defrost, which was what I had done.
By the way, for me, I cooked mushrooms in a pan with butter flavored pam, and then cut up leftover steak with the mushrooms, and had asparagus...and a glass of wine...and not saying how big the glass was...ha. (He had already ate leftover steak for lunch.)
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