The backstory: A few weeks ago, T and I were at Wegmans, piling groceries in the cart according to my carefully constructed list when she suggested that I get a bag of cat food. "No need," I said, "I'll be back here on Friday." She gallantly tried again but I deferred, convinced that I wouldn't need kibble before a return engagement at the market. The following weekend (wait for it), I ran out of kitty kibble on Easter Sunday and fretted about it all day while I was at T's house. Later that night I drove home and then we spoke on the phone.
Me: I stopped at Rite Aid on the way home and bought some over-priced kitty kibble.
T: Oh yeah? Too bad those cats don't eat in a regular, predictable way.
And that comment was uttered in the dry, sarcastic fashion that I find so damned charming.