Today, my son emptied out the milk carton and announced we needed more milk. He was heading out to a physical therapy appointment at 11 (remember his broken foot? Getting better!), so I gave him a short grocery list and some cash.
So a few hours later, he returned with the groceries. The sandwich he picked up for me was…
Ham and swiss on rye. That was it. No mayo, no mustard, no lettuce, no tomatoes. Just a very dry sandwich.
Sigh. I am surrounded by very, very, very literal men. My Husband, my two sons.
Any cures? Or commiserations?