Boy do I feel dumb...

So, my lovely bride-to-be, the future Mrs. Neuteboom, made me a great, wonderful and tasty lunch...yesterday. Why does this merit mention? Because I only just now had it. Yesterday Jonesy came by my office (OK, it's a cube) and told me to grab my coat, "we're going to the Taste." Despite my protestations, he insisted that we go (being gone for the past week in Anaheim, we were running dangerously low on MSG) so I tucked my lunch back in the fridge at work and off we went to the Taste (a typical Monday performance from them; in a word, solid), where I cashed in my free lunch punch card (something else that bothers me about them, why, when I earn the free buffet by spending approximately $90 there to get the freebie, must you insist on charging me 95 cents for a goddamn drink?!? Should that not be part of my reward?).

So anyway, I just finished my mouth-watering lunch...and boy do I feel dumb. I should have waited until Friday (the standing date for the Taste). And Trish, not wanting to miss an opportunity to make me regret my decision, adeptly asked me last night, while I was grabbing the Thin Mints from the freezer, "do you know why that bag is open?"

"No babe, I don't, did you just open it?"

"No, try again."

"Did you eat some at work?"

"No," she says, "I opened it yesterday when I was making your lunch, fuck-o!"

"Oh," I said, tepidly. "Sorry."

Then she punched me. I love that woman.