Mine was over ground turkey. Yes, hear me out.
We had just gotten back from Sam’s Club and bought a big package of ground turkey. I was attempting to freeze it in smaller packages by putting meal-sized portions in Ziploc bags. I asked my husband to help me, because there was a lot of turkey to put away.
He did.
At the end, when we had 20 or so Ziploc bags full of turkey, I handed him a Sharpie so he could write “ground turkey” on them.
“Why do I need to do that?” he asked.
“Because later, when I go to defrost something, I don’t want to be wondering whether this is ground turkey or ground beef.”
“But…does it matter? Because you can use either one in most recipes.”
“Yes, it matters.” I sighed. “Just write it on the bag.”
“Nah, that’s okay.” He grabbed the bags and was going to head to the freezer.
“Noooooo!” I shouted. “I told you it’s important that we label them, so just label it, okay?”
“Ground turkey and ground beef are practically the same thing,” he insisted.
“You know, in the time you’ve been fighting me on this, we could have been done already,” I said.
“Listen, just because you do things a certain way, it doesn’t mean that I have to do things a certain way,” he said, hoping this would be the end of the conversation.
That set me off. “You do have to do it my way when you’re offering to help me with something. Otherwise you’re just being stubborn for no reason.”
“You think your way is the best way but I can do things my way too.”
I’m beginning to think this is not about ground turkey at all, but I also want him to just do what I say so I continue. “Listen, if Kobe Bryant was showing you how to shoot free throws, would you tell him, ‘just because you shoot free throws a certain way, it doesn’t mean that I have shoot free throws a certain way’? No, because you trust that he’s good at what he does, so you do it. I’m good at putting ground turkey away so JUST LABEL THEM!”
Now I’m yelling and he’s getting angrier. “What does that even mean?”
“It means I’m the KOBE BRYANT OF GROUND TURKEY!”
Did y’all hear that? I called myself the Kobe Bryant of ground turkey. LOL.
He stormed off and I angrily scrawled “ground turkey” across all 20 bags and threw them in the freezer. We went to separate rooms to cool off and 10 minutes later we were laughing at each other.
Our communication has gotten much better since then but every time I buy ground turkey now, I think about the argument and crack up laughing.
So don’t leave me out here by myself: What was the dumbest fight you’ve had with your partner?
Lol! My husband and I have used to have silly arguments all the time. He would always ask, “are we really going to argue about this?” And then I would realize how stupid it is. I just can’t think of a good example right now.