The husband thought he was going to be out for awhile last night, so I was left to my own devices for dinner. But then when he came home earlier than expected and hungry for a dinner of his own, I offered up my leftovers.
me: Do you want some ravioli? I had extra.
the husband: um, half a can of ravioli? That’s not very much.
me: <blink> <blink> No, it’s real ravioli. <Getts tupperware from fridge to illustrate point> See?
the husband: <eyes warily>
me: There’s no sauce on it, you can put sauce on it.
the husband: <eyes warily>
me: They just have a little olive oil to keep them from all sticking together.
the husband: hmm. <Gets bread from the cupboard> I think I’ll have a bologna sandwich.