“I think you’re worried that I’m going to fall of the wagon while you’re in Japan.”
I looked up from my salad, mid-chew, mouth too full to reply. Roo timed this intervention just right.
“You just seem stressed about leaving next week.” Roo continued.
Swallowing the last bit of kale, “Well, I’m not worried.”
“No, you were never really on the wagon full-time anyway.”
“What are you talking about? I’m eating this delicious kale salad; a sentence I never thought would ever leave my mouth. I mean, I’m eating kale. And liking it.”
I put down my fork, “Burger King receipt.”
“A Burger King receipt. You left it on the center console.”
“Oh that…that was just snack I got on the way to my mother’s house.”
“A Whopper is a snack?”
“Correction, it was a Whopper Jr.“