Scenes from a marriage

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.

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