Looks like it's time for Val to realize that her happiness is just not a top priority for Hick. He brought home a menu for the Senior Center only a week late this month, and he professed that it was okay, because he KNEW the Reuben Sandwiches were on the 19th. Yes. They are. As I type this, tomorrow is the 19th.
I have mentioned it every morning this week, while telling Hick what I was making him for supper. "And Friday is the Reuben. So we'll have that."
This morning, I again mentioned Reubens for tomorrow.
"Well. If I can. I don't always make it there in time for lunch on Fridays."
Same song, different day. He tried this a couple months ago, and still ended up getting the Reubens, because I reminded him how he had made it there in time for LASAGNA the previous Friday. Just to eat for himself, you know, not to bring home for me. If it's easy enough to get there to eat lasagna, I would think it's easy enough to get there to eat a Reuben Sandwich and bring me one.
I'm pretty sure Hick just doesn't want to make the effort to bring home a Reuben.
As his punishment, he will have to bring home pizza. That will keep me from cooking for three days, heh, heh, instead of one. I suggested this switch, and Hick lobbied for Chinese. No siree, Bob! Chinese will feed ME for three days, but Hick eats his all at once. Leaving me to make something else for him those other two days.
It will be a cold day in Backroads when Hick can outwit Val! The temp right now is 89.
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