feeling saucy.

This will be among the most useless blog posts that you read all week. The eye candy isn't really worth it either. Yet, I'm still compelled to tell you that I failed Mr Badskirt. Failed him horribly as a wife and a friend.

I went to Tokyo last week without him. He was emotionally and financially supportive of the trip. He had only one request. Please bring me a vertical stacking lunch box from Japan. One that doesn't leak sauce.

In the land of nine million lunch boxes, I knew it would be an easy request. I even got the Mr to search for pictures to show me exactly what he wanted. All I had to do was go to Tokyo and buy it. An easy task, but I let my head and logic get in the way...

Upon inspection at the store, I realized his choice felt a bit wee. There was no conceivable way that his pick of lunchboxes was going to satiate his bloke-sized appetite. Each rack could hold a nigiri or two, but not much more. My reasoning was simple. If I bought him this lunchbox, he would surely starve.

I made an executive decision that he didn't need a new lunchbox...




Instead, I invested in a year's supply of sauce bottles.
His displeasure was obvious.