- He can continue to force me to make this soup, with it's insufficient ingredients, to eat in 70+ degree weather
and I'll leave him.
- He can pick up pizza on his way home, he'll keep me happy
and his most favorite appendageand we can pretend this whole ugly incident never happened.
He chose the latter. I strolled into the living room, put my feet up, and changed my Facebook status to the following...
Lentil soup: Time of death- 4:10 pm. R.I.P. We'll have pizza at the wake!