Mo calls as she’s leaving work. What should we have for dinner? she asks.

Beats me, I respond.

Do we have anything? she asks.

Beats me, I respond. (did i ever mention i’m a guy?)

OK, I’ll shop, she says. Read me the shopping list on the table.

I read her the list.

OK, I’ll be home in a minute, she says.

This should be an interesting meal. I sorta miss that cadmium-laced meat loaf …