the husband: <gets bread from cupboard, places two slices of bread on a plate>
the husband: <gets mayo from fridge, spreads mayo on each slice>
the husband: <gets mustard from fridge, squirts a circle of mustard on each slice>
the husband: <gets american cheese from fridge, peels off a slice, places on one slice of bread>
the husband: <tries to get ham from fridge>
the husband: <distraught> I don’t… I don’t have anything to put on my sandwich!
me: <looks at nearly finished sandwich>
me: I could fry you an egg. Oh, I could if we HAD any eggs.
me: Well that’s really … that’s really sad.
me: Oh! There’s chicken nuggets! Or fish sticks! In the freezer. You could microwave some up real quick.
the husband: <rummages in freezer>
the husband: DINOSAUR CHICKEN NUGGETS!!!
And thus, disaster was averted, and dinner was not a sad affair. In fact, there may have been a song about a stegosaurus in there somewhere …