Last Sunday, after we watched the Grammys (not sure why, it was horrible), my wife and I decided we were hungry for a little midnight snack. She went to the kitchen and fixed me a bowl of ice cream and something for herself. She came back carrying two bowls.
Her bowl contained a salad.
Hmmm. I’m not sure that your wife is a normal woman since I personally have seen her eat at least a couple thousand CARROT SANDWICHES.
My wife, on the other hand, just ate six Jack In The Box tacos, or as I call them “grease pockets.” She also got a salad but hasn’t actually eaten it.