I’m standing over the sink in my too tiny kitchen drinking out of the 1 teaspoon sized measuring spoon that is still attached to its nesting mates when Mike walks in. He looks at me and stifles a giggle then looks at the counter. He’s just cleaned the kitchen so part of me is aware that he’s surveying any damage I may be doing. Then he sees the plate with the contents of my bedtime snack on it and laughs.
Mike: Oh come on… who takes Codeine cough syrup with lemon meringue pie?
Me: um…. I do. Obviously.
Mike: Well then, Codeine and Lemon Meringue FTW!
(I’ll be back soon when I’m not unconscious, coughing or drugged to keep the coughing at bay)