My husband likes sushi.
He adores sushi, actually. He would divorce me and marry it if he could.
The kids and I, not so much.
Yesterday he went to the fancy grocery store and picked up a load of sushi for his lunch and asked his mother if she'd like to have some too and she said she'd try anything. Heck yeah, because she tried my brie and couldn't get enough of that, figured sushi must be just as tasty.
So he fixes them both a plate of sushi and he explained the pickled ginger to her and she tried it and liked it. What he forgot to explain to her, though, was the wasabi.
You know where this is going don't you?
She thought the wasabi was guacamole.
She loved guacamole at the Mexican restaurant earlier this week.
She ate a huge spoonful of wasabi.
She completely flipped out.
I had to leave the room.
I am the meanest daughter-in-law ever.
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