So I just called my husband at work and he said, "I'm just eating the roast beef sandwich you made me." I said, "I didn't make you roast beef, I made you turkey".....
Yada yada yada, he's eating an old sandwich from last week. The last time we bought sliced roast beef from the deli counter of a supermarket was last Monday night, so it's a week old at the oldest. He said it tasted kind of funky but he'd eaten half of it already. Fortunately there was no mayo, just mustard. And it's been in the fridge the whole week.
The irony is, he's not worried and I am. I keep thinking, well if he gets sick at least I know it's not contagious but still.....
It's kind of funny in a way.
<font size=\"4\"><font color=MAGENTA><font face=\"Times New Roman, Times, serif\">It can, and does, get better with time.</font></font></font>