Me: We need to clean out the fridge.
Him: Yeah, there is that chicken that needs to go
Me: And that pasta
Him: No! I was going to have that for dinner tonight
Me: Honey, that is over a week and a half old. And it has meat in it. It needs to get tossed.
Him: But it was good. I don’t want to waste it. I’ll smell it first.
Me (checking the internets for back-up): Mayo clinic.com says no leftovers older than 4 days and that bacteria that causes food poisoning might not change the smell, taste or appearance of the food.
Him: Mayo Clinic, ha! What do they know? How smart are they? They are in Minnesota for crying out loud. Why not be in San Diego where it is warm.
Me: Really? Seriously. Don’t eat it.
Him: I’m going to eat it.
Me: If you get sick, I’ll take care of you but I am going to say “I told you so” the entire time.
Him: If I get sick, you can say “I told you so” for the rest of our marriage. And, you’ll always be right the rest of our marriage. Whatever you say goes.
Me: (pauses to think)
Me: So, you know this means that now I’m sort of wishing you’ll get explosive diarrhea, right?
Him: Yeah, I figured.