I know I usually write nice things about Hot Toddy, and generally he’s a great guy. But we’ve been married almost 15 years and it isn’t always perfect. There is one thing I have endured all this time, day after day, year after year. It is something that would drive many a woman mad.
At any meal, if there is a request to “pass the salt,” or if he is in the kitchen on his way to the table and I ask him to bring the salt, or if I say, “Seth might need salt on his chicken,” it happens.
Some sort of loop in HT’s brain won’t let him handle, think about, taste or deliver salt, without saying, “Salt & Pepa…!” in the same inflection you will find around the 40-50 second mark of the song Push It.
I thought you should know what I go through.
Thank you for your thoughts and prayers.