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My hubby thinks that I am trying to kill him.
Yesterday, since I officially have no sink and no dishwasher because of our never-ending kitchen remodel, I decided to break out the old crockpot in order to cook dinner for the family.
I'm good like that sometimes.
So, I popped a pork loin in the crock, threw in some spices, and turned it on low. Several hours later yummy smells started wafting from the pot. I have to admit, I felt pretty good about myself. No sink. No counters. No problem. My family was still going to have a good meal.
Fast forward to dinner. After hubby finished off his second helping, he gave me a perplexed look.
"Honey?" he questioned.
Still patting myself on the back for the good meal, I answered, "What?"
"Is it possible that I just ate string?" he posed fearfully.
"Yes. String. I think I ate string. It looked a little like the pulled pork so I just ate it."
And then I remembered. I had cut the string on the pork loin, but I had not removed it from the pot.
Yes. Hubs ate string. And while I should have been concerned and apologetic, I wasn't.
Instead, my shoulders began to shake with my uncontrollable laughter. I couldn't even stop laughing long enough to acknowledge the fact to hubs that yes, he did eat string.
After I calmed down, hubs asked sheepishly, "Will it be OK?"
"Will what be OK? " I asked still giggling.
"You know . . . the string? Will it come out OK?" he questioned, concerned.
And, I know that I should have responded with care and concern, but, I didn't.
Instead, the laughter rolled out of me.
Later, I assured him that he would indeed poop out the string, but he eyed me warily, unconvinced.
So, I am pretty sure that he thinks that I was trying to kill him. . . or at least interfere with his daily visit to the throne.
I wonder . . . should I keep stringing him along?
(Ha! I couldn't resist!)