My husband forgot to take his lunch to work today so he called and told me to take it. At lunchtime, I opened up his lunchbox to find two plastic microwavable containers – one with ham and pasta and the other with green beans; two crescent rolls wrapped in plastic, a fork and knife neatly wrapped up in a napkin, two bottles of water including one package of instant flavoring that you mix with the bottled water and one small freezer ice pack.
My usual lunch: I stop by the pantry on the way out the door and grab a can of mini-ravioli and throw it in my purse.
And he wonders why he irritates me.
