I should have eaten the fish.

This morning after my shower, I came downstairs, ready for coffee and breakfast. Craving it. The coffee part especially (the weakest coffee you can possibly imagine, demands my stomach, but I'll take what I can get!) I headed into the kitchen, waltzing right past the dining room, to see Christopher putting a piece of salmon on a plate. Normally, that would be wonderful. I love salmon. But, it doesn't so much go with peanut butter and brown sugar hot cereal, right? This I learned a few weekends ago, but never said anything, thinking he'd probably never make the same breakfast again. Sometimes when I speak, things come out so much worse than I intend for them too. I was hoping this wouldn't be one of those moments. I took a deep breath, and as nicely as I possibly could, I told him that he could have my piece. I made sure to repeatedly let him know that I wasn't trying to be mean, and I appreciated it, I just didn't want to eat peanut butter fish. It came out bitchy anyways. It always does, doesn't it? After being a rude and ungrateful fish hater, I went into the dining room, at which point I instantly felt like the worst wife in the whole world. This, would be why...

Moments upon reading the sweetest love note ever written by a Sasquatch, said Sasquatch asks me "Whats wrong?". I reply with " *sob* I'm sad. I mean, I'm happy. *sob* I'm sad-happy". Sasquatch asks again, "Why are you sad?", at which time the only possible response that I could come up with, was "...*sob sob sob*, I should have eaten the fish!". And then I continued to cry into my hands and stare at my bowl of breakfast cereal, hating myself for not eating the salmon and keeping my mouth shut. Here he was, trying to be as romantic as possible, and I had to ruin it didn't I?

So today I've learned 2 things. 1) My husband loves me. Which I've known, but haven't really been feeling. 2) It wouldn't kill me to put on a happy face and eat the salmon when presented the opportunity.