Thursday, December 17, 2009
He thinks I'm having a breakdown?
Wednesday I decided we would be having leftovers for dinner. I had family over for dinner on Sunday and had some lasagna left over that we needed to eat otherwise it was going to be in the trash for trash day. Last night, I made tacos for dinner, but opted out of eating to go finish up some shopping. MG made a little batch of tacos for his lunch today and then remembered they were having a department lunch and he would not need them. They now qualify for "leftovers" in my book.
When MG got home from work today, he asked about dinner. My response "Leftovers." He said, "Good, I was just asking in case you wanted me to fix something. But I'm not hungry." Remember those words "I'M NOT HUNGRY."
As I was heating up some lasagna, Sous Chef and I polished off the three tacos as a little appetizer. They were good. Then we each had a small piece of lasagna.
As Sous Chef and I are eating our dinner, MG starts rooting through the fridge. "Where are those tacos?" Sous Chef and I confessed to eating them. You should have seen MG. He went on and on about how he packed those up "just how I like them" with all his favorite fixins. That he set them aside for him. (Sous Chef and I agreed he did a good job with them and they were very yummy.) He then went on with how we should have asked if we could eat them and on and on. I had to remind him that when, 45 minutes earlier during a conversation about dinner, he said "I'M NOT HUNGRY" and that the implication to that meant he would not be wanting to eat dinner. Oh my. This (fairly friendly) conversation went on the entire time I was eating my dinner. He then retreated to the bedroom. When he came back downstairs, he stopped and said, "Aren't you even going to say something like 'I'm sorry, I didn't know you were planning to eat those tacos?'" So I said it, in my ever so sarcastic tone. And then I started cracking up. Are we really (fairly friendily) bickering about fucking tacos? Of course, he started laughing, too. I reminded him again about his words "I'M NOT HUNGRY" and let him know from now on he might want to put a name tag on "his" food because in the past, whatever is in the fridge is fair game.
And he thinks I'M stressed.