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 …