Ever wondered what it would be like to be a fly on the wall on a typical morning in our household? Not that we have flies. We don’t. But if we did, that fly might be treated to some pretty interesting shit. Like this:
Me: Why don’t you bring some borscht for lunch.
Husband: Okay. (fumbling around for containers and coming up with only lids) Are there any containers left?
Me: We might be out. Just use a Mason jar.
Him: I’m not bringing my lunch in a Mason jar.
Me: Why not? What’s the difference?
Him: It’s a Mason jar. I might as well carry my books in a strap and roll a hoop all the way to work. Lalalaaalalaaaaaa….
Me: It’s just a container.
Him: I’m not bringing borscht in a jar.
Me: So you’re going to spend money to buy lunch we already have because you don’t want your coworkers to make fun of you?
Him: I’m already the laughing stock.
Me: Well, you can hardly blame me for that. Look, just pour it into a bowl when you get there. You can do it in your office, all secret-like.
Him: Where are all these bowls you’re talking about?
Me: Surely, given the modern technology you claim to espouse, you have bowls at work.
Him: That’s right. I walk through the door and suddenly I’m tripping over bowls, there are bowls coming at me from every direction.
Him: Why don’t you buy 365 Mason jars and just freeze my lunches for the whole year.
Me: You’re an asshole.
Him: I hope you put this on your blog because the only one who’s going to look bad is you!
So. Who’s right?