For dinner, Husbandly One had taken a roast out of the freezer. "But," I protested, "I have shrimp in the fridge that I need to use before it goes bad. I'll mkae some shrimp pasta tonight."
When we got home, I realized that I had grossly overestimated the contents of my pantry, and I essentailly served him fishy noodle water.
God bless his soul, he had a large portion and praised my efforts. I, on the other hand, just kinda stirred the mess around on my plate, and when a decent interval had elapsed, got myself a bowl of potato chips.