P: I had a peanutbutter sandwich and the rest of the Humboldt Fog cheese for lunch.
Me: Why?
P: It's all we had.
Me: Um, what about the rest of the London Broil in the fridge? We had bread and cheddar cheese and lettuce...There was grilled chicken in the freezer and salad in the fridge...
P: I had the London Broil yesterday.
Me: I am sorry your highness, that I did not have another selection ready for your table today. Perhaps you should send me the way of Anne Boleyn and a couple other of your wives.
P: Depends on what is for dinner.
11 comments:
Don't get me started on "there's nothing to eat in the house".
There's just nothing you want to eat. I could live off what's in the fridge for a week.
wv= dismiss!
Ha! That's like my wife saying, "I have nothing to wear!"
I'm happy as long as there are some Little Debbie cakes in the house....
When the wife takes my brownies, that's when I start complainin'!
Don't touch my brownies!
I'm with you! My husband says, "I guess I'll just scrounge (sp?)" I HATE that word. Makes it sound like he's going to make soup out of coffee grounds and ketchup.
You mean that you haven't got one of those magical fridges that restocks itself?! Agh, I see... you are the magical bit!
Your fridge sounds a lot friendlier and fuller than mine!
xoxo
SC
Okay if I send my hubs to your place tonight? Your cupboard's a lot fuller than ours.
;-)
It often amazes me how only we mothers are capable of producing food from the refrigerator. Packed with goodies, they still come away with the strangest concoctions.
Wow... I think my husband would LOVE those options! You know... I think I might love those options, too!
That totally sounds like me and my husband! LOL.
I hope you gave him and hunk of crusty bread and a glass of water, while you sat down with a fine wine and lobster.
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