Chris has been pissed at me for weeks because I have one more rib than he has. He thinks that whole Biblical Adam and Eve story is just so unfair. He’s hiding how pissed he really is in this photo. That’s a fake smile that he’s forcing so that no one will know how mad he is at me. And I’m guzzling that glass of wine to dull the pain of his persistent resentment over this issue.
I’ve told him we can try to find a doctor who will listen to his case and who might agree to a rib transplant. (Taking one of mine and giving it ”back” to him.) What do I care? First of all, I’m a Buddhist now anyway, so whatever. Secondly, hell, he can take a few. Maybe if my ribcage was smaller it would make me look bustier overall.
Anyway, this evening we went out to Slow’s BBQ for drinks and dinner (as pictured above) and Chris ordered ribs. I might not be able to give him a rib back. But I can buy him some to eat.
