Happy meme Day 6
Dec. 3rd, 2009 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgToday it was much easier to find something to be happy about. Sector 7 has a new slogan:
Last zombie? YES!
Last banana? NO!
At Sector 7, foodstuffs fall into the following categories:
* Property of Husband. To be consumed only by Husband.
* Property of Wife. To be consumed only by Wife.
* Communal Property. Go crazy.
* Communal Property With Just One Condition. To be consumed by either Husband or Wife, except when there's only one left, in which case Husband is to ask permission of Wife.
Now I can't imagine why, but sometimes Husband fails to remember which rule applies to each food item, and indeed, what quantity constitutes a single serve. One piece of honeycomb is not one serve. If he's particularly forgetful, he'll go ahead and eat it, only to be astonished by my subsequent expressions of rage.
You ate the LAST ONE!?!
This usually leads to a period of excessive conscientiousness, whereupon he will ask my permission before eating almost anything. I say "almost" because there's always milk to forever divide us *shudder*.
So this evening he asked if he might have a banana. I assured him he could, and reminded him that since bananas fall into the Go Ahead But The Last One Is Special category and there were two, he could, well, go ahead.
Catching on quickly to the concept, he spontaneously offered to let me kill the last zombie. He's so sweet, but occasionally a little impractical.
"It's probably better if you kill the last zombie, if you have the opportunity," I said, thus leading to our new household slogan:
Last zombie? YES!
Last banana? NO!
Also available in general office flavour, in favour of the person who does the payslips and buys the pens:
Last zombie? YES!
Last Tim Tam? NO!
And for the IT department, in favour of the person who keeps e-mail going:
Last zombie? YES!
Last Red Bull? NO!
Last zombie? YES!
Last banana? NO!
At Sector 7, foodstuffs fall into the following categories:
* Property of Husband. To be consumed only by Husband.
* Property of Wife. To be consumed only by Wife.
* Communal Property. Go crazy.
* Communal Property With Just One Condition. To be consumed by either Husband or Wife, except when there's only one left, in which case Husband is to ask permission of Wife.
Now I can't imagine why, but sometimes Husband fails to remember which rule applies to each food item, and indeed, what quantity constitutes a single serve. One piece of honeycomb is not one serve. If he's particularly forgetful, he'll go ahead and eat it, only to be astonished by my subsequent expressions of rage.
You ate the LAST ONE!?!
This usually leads to a period of excessive conscientiousness, whereupon he will ask my permission before eating almost anything. I say "almost" because there's always milk to forever divide us *shudder*.
So this evening he asked if he might have a banana. I assured him he could, and reminded him that since bananas fall into the Go Ahead But The Last One Is Special category and there were two, he could, well, go ahead.
Catching on quickly to the concept, he spontaneously offered to let me kill the last zombie. He's so sweet, but occasionally a little impractical.
"It's probably better if you kill the last zombie, if you have the opportunity," I said, thus leading to our new household slogan:
Last zombie? YES!
Last banana? NO!
Also available in general office flavour, in favour of the person who does the payslips and buys the pens:
Last zombie? YES!
Last Tim Tam? NO!
And for the IT department, in favour of the person who keeps e-mail going:
Last zombie? YES!
Last Red Bull? NO!
