At the beginning of the week, my husband announced that I am the Salad Czar. He then added the footnote that the entire idea was much more entertaining after a whiskey or three.
I realize this sounds a little strange, but as things go in our house, it’s actaully pretty standard.
See, I eat a lot of salads. In fact, when I was working in an office, 3pm was officially declared my salad time. I would wander to the company fridge, pull out my prepared salad and organic dressing, and add raw sunflower seeds and raisins to the mix. Once I had the whole ordeal back to my cube, someone would typically walk by and exclaim “You’re eating again?!?”