Sunday, April 5, 2015

Scratch THAT off the Bucket List

After I'm done feeding the cat, Katie lifts a forkful of the egg salad she's making for me to taste test.

"Mmmm, maybe something to brighten it up, like lemon juice, or pickle brine?" I say.

I finish cleaning up, lick my fork and realize that Katie's still using the fork with which she gave me my sample, and that my mouth tastes like fish.

I put the cat's fork in the dishwasher, pause to collect myself, and then say, "I have to tell you something."

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