Saturday night, I made blueberry cobbler. This is a recipe of which I could eat the entire result in one sitting, I like it so much. So, I asked Gary how it was.
Gary replied, "It's just fine."
I looked over at him and explained that he could put it down immediately and I would eat the rest of it for him.
Gary said, "Keep your mitts to yourself, or you'll be licking the rest of it out of the trash can or sucking it through a straw."
Do you know what my reply was?
"That's so mean. I can't believe you would throw away cobbler."
I didn't think about it. I just said it. Then, it dawned on me what I had just said. I would rather be hit in the mouth than have cobbler thrown away. Maybe my priorities are a little off.
Please note. Gary has never and would never hit me. That is the only reason we are able to joke about this.