My husband arrived back home yesterday after a week out of town. I was lying on the couch last night as I heard him clamoring in the kitchen making us something to “snack on”. He gave me a plate with three cut up pieces of cheese and three crackers. You would think my first response would be thank you, but no, as I stared down at this “joke” of a snack, I said, “is there a cheese shortage around here or something” than a polite “thank you” as more cheese was piled on my plate.
As we watched Seinfeld (still the best sitcom ever!) and nibbled on our cheese, he says – “this is the best cheese I’ve ever had, I’ll never buy another brand again”.
He continues to say, “I can’t believe you didn’t attack this cheese while I was out of town”. I just shrugged my shoulders in response.
Am I a bad person for not saying, “Yeah, I found the cheese stash and polished off a whole brick”. I choose to remain silent!