Lately, a little bit of tension has developed between the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and myself. It has been a long time coming and I am afraid it has arrived.
After decades of being married, and I am not quite sure which decades, it has all come down to this one thing. Vegetables.
At my age, I think I should be over all this nonsense of what my wife calls “eating healthy.” Who says eating vegetables is healthy?
Well, my wife says it. It must be true or she would not say it. I am not quite sure how to deal with this rather delicate situation. After all, she is the one that prepares meals and I am the one that devours the meals.