They sat down to a lovely roast pork dinner She had cooked.
He: “Mmmmm, Kalua Pig! I’m afraid I am getting to the age where meals like this are going to have to be a rare occurrence. Time to start watching my cholesterol and blood pressure.”
She, pausing with her fork half way to her mouth: “Is this an ‘in general’ thing, or do we have specific cause for concern?”
He: “Last time we checked everything was within normal bounds for a man my age. I’m just saying we should work at keeping it that way.”
She, relaxing: “Okay. And really, we should both be eating more fish and chicken anyway.”
He: “I totally agree.”
She: “But when I feed you only fish and chicken for a week, you complain.”
He: “I know, but I guess I am just going to have to get used to it.”
She: “All right. I guess that leaves what I planned for tomorrow’s meal out. I wish we’d had this conversation before I shopped.”
He: “Why? What were you going to fix tomorrow?”
She waved her fork at the roast: “Look at the size of this thing. I planned on taking the meat off the bone and making enchiladas.”
He: “Enchiladas? Did I mention that my cholesterol and blood pressure are within the normal range for a man my age?”
She: “What if the enchiladas tip you over the edge?”
He: “You can serve chicken on Wednesday.”
