Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Tuna Melt Incident

Consider the following mathematical equation:

I don't recall the exact sequence of events that led to the discovery of this absolute mathematical truth, but here are some of the memories I've been able to gather together:

  • Jason and I got home after a party.
  • I begged Jason to make me a tuna melt.
  • Jason said something that seemed, at the time, completely cruel and unreasonable - something like, "Lola, it's almost 3 a.m. We should go to bed."
  • I started to run down the stairs, brokenhearted, whimpering and determined to make my own tuna melt.
I'll let you fill in the rest. It's been a couple of days since The Tuna Melt Incident of 2010, and I'm still finding bruises and sore spots all over my body.

To be fair, though, I suppose there's really only one person I can blame.

And that person is Jason.

His tuna melts are recklessly delicious.


Anonymous said...

Mmmm I do love a good tuna melt.

I agree though, stairs....not so much. Had my fair share of those for the summer.

Lola Cutter Hensel said...

The above post is anonymous. But I'm guessing it's from Wentzell.

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