Kurt eats out everyday for lunch and the though of what he chooses to eat makes me twitch, so last month I got the itch to try to get up every morning to make Kurt’s lunch. I think I managed to send him off to work with a homemade lunch twice before getting into an overly tired funk. No, I’m not pregnant. No, we haven’t started trying to conceive a second baby.
The second time I sent Kurt to work with a packed lunch he sent me this email:
I’m eating the lunch you made me.
I thought you were trying to make me healthy, then I saw that orange thing in the container.
Are you trying to kill me?
I had packed a large carrot in his lunch which was chopped to fit into the container. This was my reply:
Oh don’t eat THAT – that goes up your bum.
HA! Listen,. I’m always tired. I don’t need pregnancy as an excuse for that. Sometimes when Henry packs me healthy stuff I feel like he’s trying to kill me too, lol. Especially the time he sent me to work with moldy strawberries. Wait, he doesn’t have a life insurance policy on me, does he? hmmm…
and then you laughed and it came out your nose?
magpie – hhhmm that would have been difficult and not just because the carrot was a large one but because it was in Kurt’s lunch about 20 miles from me. *taking a bow for my own smart-ass-i-ness*.