Hubby asks what's for dinner?
We just ate 3 hours ago!
Ten minutes later...
Hubby sees a commercial for bacon.
Do we have any bacon?
Yes, turkey bacon.
Do we have any lettuce?
Yes, a spring mix. Sorry we don't have any Iceberg lettuce.
Do we have any tomatoes?
Yes. (I see where this is going)
Hubby gets up and sways into the kitchen, thumping is hollow watermelon of a tummy.
He opens the fridge.
Oh yeah, I forgot we still have some of the rotisserie chicken left.
He spies a large pan in the bottom of the fridge.
He informs me that the potatoes are over a week old and need to be thrown away.
I'm guessing the puzzled look on my face, made him take another look.
Oh, that is last nights spaghetti, my bad.
I ask about the other pan on the same shelf.
He picks it up and lifts the cover. Yanks it away from his face, with all the facial expressions of gross. LOL!
Well, what is it?
He says...I don't know! Something fuzzy!
He sets it on the counter and starts to walk away.
What about your BLT?
I just lost my appetite!
Just give him about ten more minutes, he will recover and be back!
I'm still sitting in wonder at the pan. It is sitting over there on the counter with the cover on it. It's haunting me, sitting so close to my coffee maker.
I'm going to have to go deal with this, before it contaminates my coffee!
Like right NOW!!