It was extremely hot yesterday, so Dot suggested that I make something “cool” for supper. When I looked in the refrigerator, I noticed that there were three large pieces of steak that were leftover from the BBQ that Dot attended with her daughters the night before, so I decided to make steak salad for supper.
Once I got both Joe and Dot seated at the dinner table, I poured each of them a glass of wine, and then I set their plates in front of them. I had made fresh ranch dressing, so I poured a bit of it onto Joe’s salad, and he started digging in. I notice that Dot was just sort of staring at her plate with a bewildered expression for a moment, but soon enough she was chowing down as well.
After we had all cleaned our plates, and I had served Joe and Dot their brownies and ice cream for dessert, Dot asked me where I got the steak.
Me: “The steak was wrapped up in tin foil in the fridge. It was your leftovers from the BBQ last night.”
Dot: “Oh, I was wondering where it came from! Now I remember…Julie (Joe and Dot’s oldest daughter) didn’t eat all of her steak, so she sent it home with me so that I could feed it to the dog!”
Me: “Well I did feed the dog the scraps that were leftover.”
Dot: “Oh well, it doesn’t matter. Just don’t tell Julie…”
Me: “Don’t tell Julie that I fed you guys dog food for supper?”
Dot: “Yes, don’t tell her that.”
Joe: “We had WHAT for supper?!?!”
Omg I’m at work laughing and they are looking at me stupid