We're never gonna survive unless we get a little lazy...



Nearly every day, I take my lunch to work. The leftovers I bring from home are tastier, healthier, and far cheaper than anything I'd buy around campus. (With a name like "Potbellies" it has to be good? Blech.)

So I trundle upstairs to the "Graduate Student Lounge" to nuke the leftovers. Usually I'm there just as the custodians are taking their break. Several of them ask every day what I've brought to eat because they're continually fascinated by my "wife's" cooking. I've mentioned this before, as loyal readers may remember.

Well, I haven't been up there for several days because I haven't brought my lunch. I haven't brought my lunch because I didn't have leftovers to bring. I didn't have leftovers to bring because Brian was out of town, and therefore didn't make me dinner. Believe it or not, he wasn't even considerate enough to prepare several dinners in advance for me to reheat during the week.

So today when I went up there and had nothing to heat up but some leftover Kraft Mac and Cheese, boy, did I hear it from the custodians.

"I thought you said you could cook!"

"That's what you eat when you're on your own?"

In other words, it is the general consensus of The University of Michigan, Department of Chemistry Custodial Staff that I am a pathetic, good-for-nothing loser, who is too lazy to cook for myself when my "wife" is out of town.

Slander! I say.

So, to my husband: It isn't that I'm too pathetically lazy to cook when you're not home ...

It's just that food loses its flavor when you're not around.

and ... uh ... stuff like that.

Posted: Thu - September 11, 2008 at 07:58 AM        

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