The joys of the grape tomato

I haven't been 'on my way' for a long time.
Ya know---listening to that itty bitty sh*tty committee between my ears even in the midst of a crowd....not even knowing they were talking to me and making a hayday of it, noless!

Yeah, well, I was 'on my way' during dinner. LOL (the salad was wonderful, btw)

Himself was scrambling to make sure he'd cut the chunks of white cheese JUST the right size (why....I do not know....) and diligently trying to give me just the pleasing amount of black olives. LOL He's neurotic like that--and with little or no help from me!

We're sitting at the table and my stupid lettuce falls off the stupid fork and lands on the stupid floor:

Didn't know you married a slob, huh? (of course I'm staring at the lettuce on the floor and not bothering to pick it up...let it stay there and rot.)

"No ....I didn't." (he's so wordy when he's neurotic..LOL)

This is where he managed to bite into his little grape tomato and drizzle the juice out of his mouth and down the front of his shirt. And he did a stand-up job of it, noless. Straight down the shirt, multiple drizzlings accompanied with a few slurping noises as he tried (with no success whatsoever) to suck it back into its place.

Yep.
I lost it.
I lost it so much that he lost it.
I did offer him another tomatoey thingie so he could do it again.

He ALMOST tossed that olive at me......