So, I had a "salad" my husband made me for lunch. Of course there was no lettuce in this salad, not even little itty-bitty shreds that you had to scan through the ingredients to find. There was, however, about one pound of hamburger, sour cream, cheddar cheese, guacamole, salsa and some other random tidbits.
I don't want to complain because he packed my lunch for me to take to work, which was really nice--I think.
I only ate about 1/4 of what he sent with me and I still have some left in the refrigerator...waiting.
But, it was so full of grease, I got an upset stomach. I didn't want to tell him because this was one of very few lunches he's made for me over the years. Usually, I get up and make us breakfast, then I'm the one who packs our lunches...but this salad felt like a 23,000 calorie salad and it sat with me all week. Now, I'm wondering if just maybe he likes me chubby--after all I have been working hard to drop some extra poundage.
I don't know what do you think?
Anyway, my husband's salad reminded me of this commercial:
summer of sloth
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