Timing Is Everything
And here is the weirdest thing: On Tuesday evening, he said he was going to the grocery store to pick up a few items and did I need anything? Yes, I said, bring me a ham steak so I can fry it up quick for dinner tomorrow. When I came home from work the next day, I looked around for the ham steak and couldn't find it in the fridge or freezer. Puzzled, I went out front to water the flowers while I waited for him to come home. Five minutes later, he drove up in the pickup, and as he got out, I asked him where he put the aforementioned ham. Oh, he says, I guess I forgot to get it. I admit, I was a little annoyed. We went into the house while I tried to think of something else to cook for dinner. We were in the back room changing out of our work clothes when suddenly there was a tremendous CRASH from the kitchen. We ran in there and found that the big glass cover for the light fixture over the sink had crashed down into the sink and exploded glass all over the kitchen. In a flash of what-could-have-been, I saw myself standing there peeling potatoes, impaled by millions of glass fragments, which is where I would have been if only he had a better grocery memory. I turned to him and said "Thank you for forgetting the ham steak!"
One more day to get through, then a 3-day weekend.