Of all things to fight about on a Friday night with my husband...pickles. Really!?
A few weeks ago our good friend was spending the weekend with us. Jim and I got home late and realized that at 10p it would probably be a good idea to get some dinner going. It usually helps to cook good meal when there's more than cheese and lemon juice in the fridge.
Since I didn't feel like consuming a meal of lemon juice, I busted out the can opener and tuna fish. I was in the middle of draining and mixing up the tuna and realized I could use an extra hand slicing up the pickles to throw in the tuna. Jim didn't seem thrilled that his guitar playing was interrupted with my request to slice pickles. And like a loving, attentive wife how did I handle that?
Well I continued to nag. And nag. He continued to not like that.
The next thing I know we're yelling (yes yelling) over who would slice the pickles. Of course because we are such a classy couple we decided to carry on about the pickle drama to the point of potentially making our lovely house guest feel like an awkward bear. #worsthostsever
The next morning our wise sage of a friend called out our crazy making for what it was...which was pretty cray cray. In the end, we resolved the great pickle crisis of 2014 with a peace treaty and handshakes all around.
All in all, fighting over pickles really isn't that big a deal in the scheme of things. And the fact it was almost the Cuban Missile Crisis over pickles is something to laugh about now. Whatever that stupid stuff is you fight about with your spouse late on Friday night, its really not about that.
Good thing I have the maturity of Lucy Ricardo to not let the petty fights in marriage get to me...well I've still got room to improve.
May your fights be fair and not about pickles!