And Gary strikes again

I have been banned from any kitchen activities that require two hands so Gary has taken over. Even pouring from a heavy container has been forbidden after the almond milk carton slipped and I tried to catch it with the arm that's in a sling.

me: That leftover chicken's getting old. Can you make chicken salad? (knowing how he gets given free rein) Just mayo and canned peas.

him: Relish?

me: OK

...Later...

me, eyes watering: What is in this?

him: What you said plus horse radish and wasabi powder.


Oh yeah. It gets better. The next day...


me: You finished off the chicken, right?

him: No, there was still some left.

me: (Amazed at the rotisserie chicken that would not die) OK, then put that on a pizza tonight with just some extra cheese, nothing else.

him: OK


...Later...


I wandered into the kitchen just as he was unwrapping the frozen pizza.

me: You said we had chicken left.

him: It's right there.

me: YOU CAN'T PUT THAT CHICKEN SALAD ON THE PIZZA!

him: What? That's what you said to do.


I might live thru this...and I might not.

I definitely need to heal faster so that he can go back to skiing and I can have my kitchen back.