We don’t have a television (for many different reasons), but we do enjoy watching certain shows very occassionally. Columbo is one of these, and we watched an episode recently. One thing we noticed early on about Columbo is that there’s an overwhelming prevalence of husbands and wives killing each other – so now we have a running joke, after watching an episode, to promise to each other we won’t kill one another. As you do.
One of the methods used in this most recent episode was poison, so I made Chris promise to not poison me. He duly did. Later on, as you can expect, he said he can’t cook or help cook anymore, so that he doesn’t accidentally poison me. Mmmhmmm.
“Okay,” I said, “that’s fine. If you’re not going to bother cooking, I’m not either – I shall live on sandwiches! Maybe the odd can of soup.”
“So you’re just going to revert to your college ways?” he asked.
“I’ll have to start buying ramen again, and making spaghettios,” I continued.
“Okay, okay – I’ll cook, if only to save you from yourself!”
“There’s nothing wrong with living off sandwiches! I know, I’ve done it!” I cheerily objected.
“HOW HAVE YOU SURVIVED?!?” he demanded.
“Sandwiches are nutritious! Well, mine are.”
“That’s true,” he conceded. “It’s probably a good thing you have such high standards for sandwiches.”
(Lettuce, tomato, pickles, onions – why are these so uncommon on sandwiches? They make it far tastier!)
I often sing songs with lyrics I make up on the spot to entertain us while we wash dishes, or I make lunch or clean or whatever. Today as I was preparing one of the truly brilliant aspects of Thanksgiving leftovers – a turkey sandwich – I reflected back on that conversation. When I brought my sandwich out to the living room to eat (where Chris was coding away), I sung something about how wonderful sandwiches are, and how I could live off them. I turned to look at him, and he was just holding his head in his hands. Hee! 🙂
I’m afraid I must dash now – I’m hungry, so I think I’ll go fix myself a sandwich!