A Full Plate

On Monday Jeremy had been outside doing yard work while I cooked super inside. When he came in I had made his plate for him (something I NEVER do.) Instead of saying "Thank you," the dear man I married launched into a lecture about how I should make his plate more often "because it's a woman's job to take care of her husband." After I saw red and steam rolled out my ears I picked up his plate, raked all of the food back into the pots, and dumped the empty plate in the sink. I think he learned his lesson.