Sunday, June 17, 2012

YOU DON'T HAVE A HUSBAND?!

Last evening I had to work because we had an artist talk followed by an opening reception for her exhibit. Since I coordinate our events, I was on duty. One of the fun parts about being at work on a Saturday night (THE fun part probably) is that the reception was catered and the food was delicious. After being at work since 3 p.m. I was pretty hungry by the time everything was done and I was leaving. The caterer, who is a very nice woman who makes delish food, offered me some leftovers to take home. Never one to shy away from (free) food, I happily accepted. She began loading up plates and bowls with leftover chicken salad sandwiches, meatballs, roast beef roll ups, mashed potatoes and more. Now, I am a hearty eater, but good lord it was a lot of food. "Thank you so much, this is going to make an awesome dinner!" I said. "No problem," she replied. "When we work late we have to keep our husbands happy!" Um, what? It suddenly occurred to me why I was receiving five chicken salad sandwiches. "Uh, yeah, and one day maybe I'll have a husband to keep happy..." I trailed off. "YOU DON'T HAVE A HUSBAND?" she asked. "Oh, um, no, I, um, have a little rabbit. He's a boy," I said, as if that explained everything. Sigh. Oh well, guess who ate mashed potatoes and five chicken salad sandwiches this weekend? This girl. By myself!

In other news, this is one of the many reasons talking to my sister Erin is always enjoyable:


All I wanted to do was pick her up for brunch. So lucky I got that AND a syntax lesson!

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