I thought it would be one of my children who would come to me at 7 o’clock at night and ask for green construction paper and an old hamster wheel for a school project due tomorrow.
Instead, the husband says to me after lunch today:
I’m supposed to bring something to the Christmas lunch at work tomorrow.
I knew he had a lunch, but the way he was talking I thought he meant it was at a restaurant. Or catered.
It’s a potluck thingy.
And someone is bringing a turkey.
He’s supposed to bring a side or a dessert.