Vege... wha?

My husband has decided that vegetarianism is the way to go.

Seriously, just like that.

Like, say you're lying in bed with a book, next to your husband and his book, winding down at the end of the day. And he sort of mumbles lazily, "I think I'll have lunch with my coworkers tomorrow instead of taking leftovers." Or "By the way, I'm playing squash on Thursday after work, hope that's okay." Although this was sort of more like "by the way, I think animals are conscious and experience suffering and therefore we ought to quit eating meat. Oh, and the cats are due for their vaccinations."

Okay, interesting! But like I said to him, it's a crying shame he doesn't like cilantro...