Thumbs Up, Redux

Okay, let's try this again.

The husband went out on a walk earlier and came back with sushi.  When he came back I was actually just about to eat some apples, which we all know is such a good decision.

He got some edamame out of the bag; the restauranteur had forced it on him since he knows I like it.    I had a few pods of it, then I started eyeing his sushi.  Then he not so subtly tried to get me to share his sushi.  I had one piece.  Then I asked if we had some soy sauce.

Now I'm attempting my own roll, the kind that was waiting in the fridge, the kind the husband knows I like.

I think I can do this.

Okay, I almost did it.

I'm not sure what it is about the situation, but I just can't bring myself to finish the roll.  There's something vaguely And Then The World Will End about the idea of finishing a whole roll on my own.  (Good timing, I suppose.  Anyone going to a Rapture party?)

But anyway, I got some protein,  I got some omega-3's, and I got some variety for my taste buds.

And I'm pretty sure my thumb is grateful.