Fridge fun
Feb. 9th, 2011 09:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dreaminghopeRuss is putting the rice on to cook for dinner and I'm ranting about my gym.
I interrupt myself: "Toby, Pete, Stephanie?" I point at the names written on the white board we usually use for a grocery list.
"Oh, those are the kids next door; I finally got the other two's names. I put Toby's name on there so I'd remember why the other two names are there. That other guy moved out and Pete replaced him. He has big glasses and like, hair. And Stephanie's the girl... and I'm glad to finally have her name, 'cause I never wanted to say 'hey, I know we've lived next to each other for years, but what's your name?', you know?"
"Now we just need to get the names of the couple on the other side of the garden again. I feel so bad that I keep forgetting."
"I think one of them is Dave. Probably the guy."
"Probably."
Russ starts pulling vegetables out of the fridge for the stirfry. He turns to me holding a paper bag.
"These are mushrooms," he declares with great certainty and authority.
Of course, by that he meant: "I found these delicious mushrooms in the crisper, but before I add them to the stirfry, I feel that I should inquire as to whether or not you have another meal planned for this week that would require these particular fungi."
All I could do was laugh and keep saying "these are mushrooms", "these are mushrooms", "these are mushrooms".
And my gym-related anger was nicely disrupted. But I'm still probably going to change gyms.
I interrupt myself: "Toby, Pete, Stephanie?" I point at the names written on the white board we usually use for a grocery list.
"Oh, those are the kids next door; I finally got the other two's names. I put Toby's name on there so I'd remember why the other two names are there. That other guy moved out and Pete replaced him. He has big glasses and like, hair. And Stephanie's the girl... and I'm glad to finally have her name, 'cause I never wanted to say 'hey, I know we've lived next to each other for years, but what's your name?', you know?"
"Now we just need to get the names of the couple on the other side of the garden again. I feel so bad that I keep forgetting."
"I think one of them is Dave. Probably the guy."
"Probably."
Russ starts pulling vegetables out of the fridge for the stirfry. He turns to me holding a paper bag.
"These are mushrooms," he declares with great certainty and authority.
Of course, by that he meant: "I found these delicious mushrooms in the crisper, but before I add them to the stirfry, I feel that I should inquire as to whether or not you have another meal planned for this week that would require these particular fungi."
All I could do was laugh and keep saying "these are mushrooms", "these are mushrooms", "these are mushrooms".
And my gym-related anger was nicely disrupted. But I'm still probably going to change gyms.
