“That’s too much,” he said. “You’re overloading.”
“But, I think I can get one more in,” I challenged.
Just then, with a sigh, he wiped his hands on the dish towel and walked off mumbling, “I won’t be responsible for such irresponsibility!”
The man who never sees a sink full of dirty dishes and can leave a used tea glass parked by his chair for three days has strict guidelines for loading the dishwasher. Each glass, plate, and utensil is rinsed thoroughly and placed in its own ergodynamic location.
This guy who leaves his coffee mug in the garage until the remnants are glued stiff to the cup bottom is a stickler for perfection in the dishwasher. Overlapping dishes is a sin!
“Aren’t you afraid the dishes won’t get clean and we’ll get ptomaine from a piece of baked-on egg in-between a fork tine? “Aren’t you the least concerned that the dishes are unorderly and just willy-nilly?”
“NO, I barked, “ as I closed the dishwasher door and pushed start. “I’m more concerned with missing the last episode of “Sister Wives”! I’ve heard it’s a cliffhanger!”
I admit I did for one moment consider he was right, but as I reached for a paper towel to put my cookie on….and clicked the remote, I knew there was no going back.
Split or Share:
My Boo is a Saint! When we go out to eat, I will usually order the veggie plate with grilled chicken and he will order the chicken fried anything with cream gravy, fried okra, and mashed potatoes. He knows full well, that I will want a bite (or two) of his and he’s okay with that. “I’m a sharer, Boo.” he’ll say, “But, not a splitter.”
Sometimes I want to split. “Let’s order the filet and split it,” I’ll suggest. “I want my own filet.” he’ll say. “You get what you want.” We have friends who split. I don’t know why, but it seems sweet and romantic; not to mention economical and lower in calories. It’s a sign that they ‘agree’ on everything and even their taste buds are in love. You think I’m probably reading too much into it????
Sometimes I try to dance around it by saying, “Why don’t you get the filet and I’ll get the salmon and we can share?” He is not fooled by my tactics and will readily say he doesn’t want salmon but I am welcome to a bite of his steak.
I have to admit that it’s one of the things that first attracted me to him. He shares his food. He doesn’t mind if I stick my fork onto his plate to taste just a bite. He never says a word when I use my fingers to pluck a piece of fried okra from his bowl at Luby’s. He always gives me the 1st bite of his dessert and he’ll even give me the best bite of his hamburger. And, when I foolishly say I don’t want any popcorn at the movie, he’s already planning to set it between us. He’s a saint, really.
To all of you splitters out there….I applaud you, but I’m sticking with my sharer. He knows I will most likely order the healthy option and yet want a few bites of his delicious unhealthy choice. By the way, I always ask if he wants a bite of mine, too, but usually, he declines. That Boo….he really is a Saint!