Thursday, September 6, 2012

Larry and the Lunchbox

I normally won't do 2 posts in a day, but this is a must.  We got home from the gym and took a shower.  Afterwards, I went to the kitchen to get myself a little snacky snack . . . A bit of that delicious pudding I mentioned earlier.  Well, in comes Larry from his office.  Whenever I go into the kitchen at night, he always emerges to make sure nobody has broken in and is rummaging through his stuff.  Here's the conversation:

Larry:  Hey, uh, we gotta make a change.

Me:  *bracing myself for weirdness*  Ok.

He begins walking toward the fridge as I'm reaching for the door.

Larry:  It's that bag. *points at Steven's lunchbox*

Me:  Ok?  *SO confused*

Larry:  It's unsanitary to have that in here.  I had to take it out of the door and put it on the shelf for now, but I cleared a space in the refrigerator in the garage.

Me:  *in my head*  Oh you DID???  Thank you so much!!  Steven will LOVE that.  I can't wait to tell him that his lunchbox (in which I put his FOOD) is far too filthy to be stored with the "good" food that  it must be annexed.

Me:  Okay.

Larry:  Yeah that thing gets handled and tossed in the car . . . maybe it's just me but that's not sanitary.

It is just you, Larry.  You're a lunatic.  A lunatic.

He's just a crazy old cowboy.

I didn't pretend to understand.  I just moved it outside, said "ok" (with a little bit of attitude), and came to bed.  I miss the good old days when we lived by ourselves.

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