A Moment of Amusement
We just walked in after going out to find food, as my blood sugar randomly crashed in an unusual way earlier. (long story)
I was in the kitchen putting the leftovers away when Koshvader calls from the other room:
“Are you done with the stuff on the thing?”
I burst out laughing. I had no idea that my husband spoke femme. Mind you, I suppose he’d have too, since he was always that one guy in the girl group in school. (I was the one girl in the guy group, just so we’re all on the same page.) He told me, as I snickered, that it was only fair as I should be used to that sort of thing. I do it all the time to him. The scary part here, as he so rightly pointed out, is that I did know what he was talking about.
Yes, I was done with the dishes on the box. So, I put them away.