So the kids are in bed, the dog has circled her section of the foot of our bed fifty-seven times before committing and my husband and I crawl in to catch the end of Top Chef. He then says to me, "I think when I retire we should open a sandwich shop."
Me: Oh Yeah?
Him: Yeah. You know, with so many great family recipes we have, it'll be perfect.
Me: Which recipes are those?
Him: My dad's coleslaw, my sister's potato salad, and....(his voice trails off and I give him at least 60 seconds to reconnect but the line is dead.)
Me: So let me get this straight. We're going to open up a sandwich shop with your * dad's coleslaw and your ** sister's potato salad. ***
Me: Clearly, you've thought this through. I'll start drafting the menus tomorrow.
Him: Do that.
* His dad's coleslaw is phenomenal.
** His sister's potato salad is to die for.
*** Maybe he has something here.