I was baffled.
"Why did you order the stuffed green pepper soup if you don't like green peppers?"
"I can't help it," he answered, "I love the rest so much that I just have to have it."
Over the years, Joe finally learned to tolerate the green peppers and stopped picking them all out. He even discovered a recipe for making his own stuffed green pepper soup courtesy of Norm at the firehouse:
|This is Joe's "happy" face.|
After 10 years of marriage, I now realize that I am like that soup. There are plenty of bits and pieces that I'm sure Joe would just love to pull out if given a chance:
I squeeze the toothpaste from the middle of the tube.
I forget to pay the cable bill.
I use all the hot water.
My "green peppers" take up more than half the pot. And still.
Joe continues to order the soup.
While I work on taking shorter showers.