The Near-Fatal Broil

Elizabeth made some broiled open-faced sandwiches for the boys' lunch today - standard fare in our house. She had to tend to something and asked me to "watch the sandwiches" in her absence. So, I checked my e-mail and wandered aimlessly around the house for a few minutes. I checked on the sandwiches - just fine. Then Elizabeth returned to the kitchen, so I went off and did my own thing. Five minutes later I hear her yell from some non-kitchen area of the house, "Are you watching the sandwiches!?" What Elizabeth failed to realize was that my supervisory responsibilities ended the moment she stepped into the kitchen - even if she was not intending to remain in the kitchen. No, I did not verbally hand over charge of the sandwiches to my wife. But then again, when you're married, verbal contracts aren't really necessary anymore. "Looks" should suffice. And I "looked" at her. After we rescued the sandwiches from a near-fatal broil, we laughed until we stopped. Huh. Marriage rocks. At least, mine does.