Yesterday I didn’t eat lunch and came home with a wicked migraine. Out of the blue today, Husband pinged me on IM.
Husband: Did you eat breakfast?
Husband: Do you have lunch planned?
Husband: What is it?
Me: Lol. Ok, ok. There’s food in the cafeteria.
Husband: What time is lunch?
Me: Ummm….in 10 minutes? Ish?
Husband: Ok, I want proof of food upon receipt.
Me: Oh noes! You mean I have to eat it? Ugh. I don’t want to. Lunch is gross. Do you think I can maybe just survive off of my fat? Like a bear?
Husband: No. You tried that yesterday and failed at hibernation. You would be a dead bear.
Me: True. Ok, I will send proof.
Husband: If I don’t get it, makeup items will start disappearing.
Me: WAIT. WHAT?
Me: Ok, ok. No need to talk crazy.
Husband: Proof of food, or the puffy powdery stuff gets it…
Me: GOOD GOD MAN. You play dirty Sir. I shall send freaking proof.