Don’t eat my nachos, they’re na-chos
Look at Us? I remember this day. Falling over laughing while ice skating. Funny how a blurry photo can bring back so many feelings. Love, laughter, fun, my best friend, always real. What’s amazing, is that’s how everyday is with him.
Except for Nachos. Yes, nachos.
If this were a “Friends” episode, it wold be titled ” the one about the nachos”.
I love nachos. Especially the really not good for you ones, with the fake, spicy, gooey cheese you get at a movie theatre.
It was the first time taking the kiddos to the drive in. They loved it. The brisk air, the blankies and pillows, candy and popcorn. Running back and forth from the truck to the snack stand was the most exciting to them I think. We were snuggling and having one of those warm, fuzzy family moments.
Until.. nachos.
We waited in line at what seemed like the best snack stand ever, so many options! I settled on the nachos. I had to. Fav. It was a pretty good size too. Actually, they were huge for a movie theatre. I eagerly awaited that first warm, spicy bite. And then, it started, with the sound of a text. An important one. So I handled it. Meanwhile, my dear, sweet hubby had the nachos in front of him, going to town on them. Yes, we were sharing, but secretly in my head they were mine. The look on my face must’ve looked like a dogs. You know the one, where if you even attempt to walk near them while they’re eating and you get that evil look and a growl, protecting what’s theirs? Yeah, that was me. I glared, hoping he’d get the subliminal growling. He must’ve, because he finally came up for air, in between the crunching and finger licking and lovingly said, “are you going to have any?” Am I going to have any?? They’re mine! I wanted them!! To which I lovingly replied , “Yes, I was just waiting until you are done.” Secretly I was saying, “just waiting for you to realize I wanted them in the first pace and offer me MY nachos.” But I didn’t. The night carries on, I get a few scrumptious chips when, wouldn’t you know it? Both of our girls are texting me with important things that I had to deal with. Do they text him? Nope. Me. Always me. It’s the older version of when they’re little and you can’t even go to the bathroom and poop in peace without a kid needing something from you. Finally finish with them, put my phone down and I realize he’d been eating the nachos the whole time!! He offers them again. Annoyed I say ” sure” and reach in. By now theres a whopping five left. I take a bite. Cold. They’re COLD. If you know me, you know I hate cold food. I think it stems from raising kids and never getting to eat your food while it’s hot. They’re older now and I want HOT food. I let him know with just my tone that he ate them all and to boot, they’re cold.
So what do I do? Act like a two year old, naturally. Grab my pillow and turn to the other side. A bit goes by and I’m realizing this is dumb and nothing to argue over. Turning toward him with my pillow, he raises forward, kisses me and says, ” Are you really that upset at me?”
YOU ATE MY NACHOS!!!!!!
There you have it.
The one with the nachos.
I just can’t let it go.
It’s ok. I love him enough to share my nachos with him.
Debating on that last sentence, because once I do it’s out there forever and he won’t ever let me forget.
Decided. I love you. I’ll share my nachos. Because you are worth sharing my nachos with.
