Number One Hundred and Nineteen:
Home, Dinner, Tuna fish sandwich
After a heated argument with my kid over various teenage crap (Me: you never prepare for anything! Teen: who cares! Etc etc --ad nauseum), we both calmed down a little. I opened a can of tuna fish for tuna salad sandwiches, then I realized, as the cat meow incessantly upon the opening sound and fish smell, that Lisa had made some earlier that day and there was a leftover dish in the fridge! Ah, well, the kid and I polished off the one I made, being more civil to each other, kind of like boxers in their corners between rounds. Anyway, this sandwich was eaten hastily and not in the happiest of moods.