Leftovers

My husband has a super power.

He has the power to bring home leftovers
and totally forget they are in the fridge.

When *I* have leftovers,
I pace the kitchen,
counting the hours
until it's time to eat the food again.

Sometimes his leftovers will just sit
and sit
and then not be food anymore.

I try to be good about reminding him of them.

Unless they are vegetarian-friendly.

I will conveniently forget my reminders.
Then all-of-a-sudden I have a new lunch.

So, the moral of the story is,
if you don't want me meddling
in your leftovers;
if you don't want to share with me,
just make sure to get something with meat on it.

-C McG