I returned yesterday from a long and satisfying weekend with my girlfriends. We had a fantastic time watching hours of Tivo, eating Easter candy and, of course, snuggling. But after my third night away from him, I really did start to miss Ross. Below is one of the first conversations we had upon my return:
Ross: Honey, did you throw away that ball of tinfoil on the counter?
Katie: Yes, why?
Ross: Ughhh there was banana bread in there!!
(Well of course there was something edible in that crumpled mess of aluminum. Absolutely can’t believe I could be so foolish! What do you need, Katie? A neon sign reminding you to examine all future items that resemble trash before throwing away perfectly good fruit bread?)
After working through my internal confusion above…
Katie: Well, it is wrapped up in tinfoil. And it’s at the top of the bin.
Ross: NICE! Good call. (Proceeds to pull out the ball of tinfoil to find and eat! his beloved banana bread)
Beckie: Why are you two talking about tinfoil?
(Oh, did I forget to mention I happened to be Skyping with my sister while this little scenario went down? You betcha. She had a front row seat for this action.)
Katie: Oh nothing, Ross is just eating bread out of the trash.
Beckie: Wow, you guys. I mean, if you need some money for food…
Being away for girls weekend was fantastic. But coming home to this?
(While I don’t blame you for thinking it’s pretty disgusting that Ross went trash-hunting for his tinfoiled banana bread, fair is fair: It was my idea in the first place. Made for each other, no?)