This morning She asked me to make her a toasted tofu and ketchup sandwich. (Gross!) And She didn’t even ‘ask’ me, really…she just kinda put it out to the Universe and I happened to be in ear shot. So, being the nice husband that I am, I went ahead following her explicit instructions.
I want two pieces of toast with a slab of tofu on each piece, just less than a centimetre thick, with ketchup in the middle.
After making one for each of the kids, I almost had Hers ready when She was finished Her shower. I had planned to write the word L-O-V-E in ketchup and take a picture. That was my plan.
Instead, She complained I had too much tofu. She claims She told me to use narrower slices. Then She complained She doesn’t usually use oil to fry the tofu. I explained it was Earth Balance butter, just how She requested. Then before I could write L-O-V-E in ketchup and take a picture of the sandwich, She takes over and splooches Her own ketchup on the toast.
She completely ruined the sandwich I was making Her. And since I don’t have a picture to show you, here’s a picture of Her sleeping instead.
She would hate this.
