Me: I’m so happy to be home! Time for my awesome pizza leftovers!
Heath: Um…I ate them…
Me: No you didn’t! *opens fridge*
Me: WHERE THE FUCK ARE MY LEFTOVERS?!!!
Heath: I just told you, I ate them.
So, now what? This goes on all the time and nothing is ever resolved. I finally, in a fit of rage and anger, came up with a solution…I says to him, I says:
“The next time I put leftovers in the fridge, I am going to put a little piece of my poo in them. Then you will learn.”
This seems to work. Maybe only if you are bat-shit insane enough to actually do it. (Which I am [and Heath seems to know this]).
Try it on your boyfriend/girlfriend/roommate or whoever it is that eats your leftovers. Just a helpful hint at taste bud joy from your friend, Emily Illinois. XOXO!