I came home from class one night to find Vladimir making dinner. On the stove, spaghetti boiled happily in the Pyrex casserole dish weâ€™d gotten for our wedding.
â€œYou canâ€™t cook with that!â€ I exclaimed.
â€œBut you use it in the oven.â€
â€œSure, but not directly on a heat source. Itâ€™ll explode!â€
Vladimir raised his eyebrow at me. I could almost hear the â€œCrazy womanâ€¦â€ he didnâ€™t utter.
The dish, however, was on my side.
We both turned to the â€˜CRACK!â€™ as it shattered, deluging the stove and floor with bits of glass and spaghetti.
â€œIt only did that because you said it would,â€ he said, staring at the mess.
â€œI guess I should have come home a little later,â€ I replied.