Wishful thinking vs. bad eyesight

My husband and I had just finish a nice meal of stir fry vegetables, pork chops and a mixture of brown and white rice. We visited a while and when we were both finished, my husband started to help clear the table. He is sweet and often does that for me. I was scraping the bone chips off of the plates and putting the extra food away.

While rummaging around the cabinet from something sweet to eat after supper, I heard him catch his breath. “Oh," he exclaimed in surprise, “I thought these were cinnamon buns with white frosting.” He had picked up a baggie of two frozen chicken breasts and quickly dropped it again. It had been sitting on the cabinet from my delayed decision as to whether I should cook pork chops or chicken for supper. Because the crystals had hidden the true nature of the bag, it took the frozen feel of the package to awaken his vacant thoughts.

“I know I need my eyes examined,” I quipped. ”I should make an appointment for you at the same time.”

“No,” he replied, “there is a difference between wishful thinking and bad eyesight.” With that reply, I rolled my eyes, and he went back to finish what he was doing before supper.