I had the perfect photo to insert here, but for some reason this program and I are not speaking again. So you won't get the cute picture. I'm so disappointed, because you would have loved it. Two of my favorite boys are featured in it, my husband first of all, of course, and one of our four cats, Data. So let that, and my title, serve as a warning of what's to come:
I've never been the best of housekeepers. I was so happy when our assistant took over many of those duties, and I know Mel's been secretly relieved, but she was gone last night when I finally rounded up the cats and got them into the basement. I have to keep the cats separated when they eat, because one of them has to have special diet because of her delicate composition and my delicate nose. When I checked them on my way to bed last night, I discovered that some of the regular food hadn't been eaten. Instead of sticking it into the laundry room downstairs and closing the door, for some reason I took it upstairs to the kitchen and set it on the counter so I could give it to them for breakfast in the morning. It's canned food, but our house stays cool.
Mel just happened to work last night, so he arrived home around 7 am. He has known for quite some time that I have a habit of cooking weird things late at night. We call it Ambien munchies. Yes, I'm trying to stop doing that, because it could be dangerous. Still, he saw the food on the plate on the counter when he came through the kitchen door, and thought maybe I'd concocted another one of my Ambien delicacies. One pinch of the soft food touched his tongue. I didn't hear the scream, because I was sleeping peacefully far down the hallway. I didn't hear the water running or hear him gargling or spitting. I was blissfully unaware of the whole thing until he brought up the subject this afternoon.
"Sweetheart," he said. "Today I ate something I've never eaten before."
"Oh, really? What was that, honey?" He knows I love to try new things.
"You know that stuff you left on the counter last night?"
I paused to think, and then I gasped.
Bonnie was in the other room working, but she heard him. "Hey, I saw that and wondered what it was, but I wasn't crazy enough to try to find out."
I looked at Mel. "You ate the cat food?"
"It looked like chocolate."
"You ATE the cat food?" I asked again, to the sound of Bonnie's insane laughter in the other room.
"Let's just say I tasted it."
I am constantly reminded that I'm blessed with a patient and loving husband with a fabulous sense of humor. I thank God for that, especially today.
Your turn. Have you ever done anything most embarrassing, funny, crazy or even a little gross? Care to share?