Fortunately, not forced to choose
Did I mention crab salad? CRAB SALAD. With Old Bay Seasoning courtesy of Jane, that’s crab salad.
The debate rages on about who loves who(m) more. When I say “All the way,” Magda wants to know how far that is. All the way where? “To the Crab Nebula,” I reply. “And back.”
“How far is that?”
“Well, I love you more than that.” Really? More than 4 kiloparsecs? Permit me to doubt.
(And yes, we realize that using units of distance in our attempts to quantify the unquantifiable in this debate is a questionable practice, but lots of questionable practices go on in our place.)
“Yes,” she says. “I love you to the Crab Nebula and back times infinity.”
The infinity argument being unwinnable, I have to substitute salad for nebula. If forced to choose between crab salad and Magda, she would win hands down.
Even now that we have Old Bay Seasoning in the house.
