We’re interrupting your regularly scheduled routine with this breaking report that just came in from the living room: Your husband is stuck in front of a TV and wants to know if you can make him a Sammamish.
The first sandwich you prepared after getting home from work and dropping the kids off at soccer and crew practice wasn’t good enough.
“I want white bread!” the home’s co-breadwinner demanded, even though you’ve told him time and again a little more brown whole-wheat bread might be healthier for everyone.
Because the only white bread left in the house are some hamburger buns leftover from this weekend’s Mother’s Day BBQ, you ask him if this alternative might work.
“No, I don’t want a bun, Dee!” said your husband. “What are you trying to do — kill me? What’s so hard about putting together a regular Sammamish the way my mother use to make it?!”
Amazed at how fussy he his today, it dawns on you: It’s time for his nap.
