Background: As has become our ritual, Friday was "date night", which usually involves dinner out. One of K's co-workers found a new Chinese restaurant and K wanted to try it. OK, fine with me. BIG mistake.
It was essentially a soup kitchen, like they have in third world countries where people are just struggling to survive. The menu featured pot stickers, fried rice, and then 3 pages of different soups. (NOTE: When I was growing up soup is what you ate/slurped when you were sick. Dinner was more substantial and required chewing.)
K ordered one of the soups (it had spaghetti floating in it....go figure) and I had pot stickers. No, I had ONE bite of A pot sticker. They claimed it was chicken, but....? (A whole blog post on this some other time.)
Then....and this is where things REALLY started going down hill....we stopped at a store so K could get some more of those little Keurig things for her morning coffee. This caught her eye and she thought she'd give it a try:
07:30 Saturday morning as I stumbled into the kitchen....
"Hey, how are you and Luke the Wonder Dog doin' this morning?"
Just then the printer coughed and spit and died. Permanently.
"Umm....something about Office Depot. Are we going there?"
"You're not going back to work until Monday the 30th, right?"
"Did you say ice skating? You want to go ice skating?"
By my count she has 7 more days off work, and 7 more Bob Marley Espresso's.