veggies and Vader

It's so wonderful to feel understood.

While making myself my daily gargantuan bowl of salad, I called to my husband and asked him, "Do you want a salad, honey?" His response was a lackluster, "That's sounds like something I SHOULD want..."

Well then.

I informed him that anything less than sheer wanton desire for my salad made him unworthy of it (I am an admitted salad whore), although I am tired and it came out as a stuttering sort of jumbled sentence. I ended it with an ever so eloquent, "Oh, you know what I mean."

He did. He walked into the room and delivered a deadpan perfect impression of Darth Vadar, "I find your lack of lust disturbing."

Yes. That was EXACTLY what I meant.

There are moments when I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that I have picked the correct mate. That was one of them.

(For the record, he ate no salad, just made more coffee and ate a pile of peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon. I rest my salad stingy case.)