On Monday (of last week)... I worked about 15 hours. We've been rolling out a new specialty training at work and it was our big presentation day. When I got home, Mike was being very sweet and offered to make me Mac 'n' Cheese. Since he's not a world class chef (let's face it, neither am I), I was pretty excited!!
Once he finished making it... he brought out 2 big bowls of the good stuff. We were just relaxing in front of the TV and eating when I noticed him playing with his food. I must've asked him 5 times what he was doing and everytime, I got the same answer... "Nothing".
After I cleaned my bowl. Mike leans in close to give me a sweet little kiss. After he leans back, he asks "How was it?".
"mmm, the cheesiest..." was my reply.
Next, he sticks his bowl right under my nose. Now, I know something bad was about to happen when I noticed that his bowl is still 3/4 full. Then he looks at me, sweetly (another red flag), and says: "What's that?"
AAAHHHH!!
2, count 'em, 2 dead bug bodies on the rim of his bowl. Apparently, when I thought he was only playing with his food... he was picking the corpses out of his bowl. You see, we still have some boxes of mac 'n' cheese that we got as a wedding gift, 2 years ago. So, I guess we should've seen it coming.
Still, I was mortified!! Especially since I'd asked him, repeatedly, what he was doing!! I was so sick to my stomach, that I immediately started dry heaving, right in front of him.
Now what's my adoring hubby doing, you ask???
LAUGHING, hysterically!! In between his outbursts of giggles, he actually says to me, "...Brittainy, don't you throw up on my new couch...". Which, of course, only added fuel to the swelting fires of rage building inside of me.
Luckily, this all happened around 10:30 p.m. I went upstairs to bed without totally losing it on him; and by morning, I was able to start laughing it off, too.
Now, I ask you... "What has your sweet husband/wife done for you, lately?"