I was resting on the couch yesterday while Kamel was making dinner. I had hit a wall earlier in the day after cleaning the apartment, doing laundry, and running errands. Pow pow pow productivity! When Kamel came out to check on me.
Kamel: You know… I really wish I had a big girdle…
I turned to look at him, waiting for the joke.
Kamel: … so that I could make tons of pancakes.
I thought for a second. Girdle. Girdle. Like, so he could eat more? And still keep his girlish figure? Why does the girdle have to be big? Maybe he is talking about a man-sized girdle? Like man-spanks? Where did he get the term girdle?
Then I had a light bulb moment, all while Kamel is looking at me expectantly for a response.
Me: You mean griddle? A flat service you cook things on?
Kamel: Yeah, what did I say?
Me: Girdle. Like the control top underpants my grandmothers used to wear.
Kamel: Don’t put this on the internet, Lauren.