My husband left me a present. No, not flowers. Not chocolates. Better.
I came home from work and noticed that he had left some closed tupperware containers in the sink. I decided to wash the dishes so I could make some dinner.
When I opened the tupperware, I was completely overtaken by frightening fumes. A horrible stench.
Something had died in these containers.
Upon further inspection, I noticed that the mashed potato residue inside one container was green. The other container appeared to have once held spaghetti but it was now filled with white. fuzzy. mold.
Shocked and horrified, I fled the kitchen and called my husband. “What was in these dishes?” “Where did they come from?” “How long have you had them??” “Why???”
He found them in a lunch box in his office. Who knows how long they had been there.
I was so traumatized that I forgot to make dinner.
And that is my justification for this: