|Card from my hilarious friend Lindsay|
Last night, I was in Publix picking up dinner for J and myself. Just as I was about to leave, he called. The conversation went something like this:
J: "What'd you get for dinner?"
Me: "I picked up a rotisserie chicken."
J: "Ugh, Peanut, I hate their chicken. You always get the chicken. Can't you pick something else instead?"
Me: Rolls eyes, stomps feet. "No, I CANNOT. You will eat whatever I buy and you will DEAL with it."
Two days before that:
J and are I eating at a Mexican restaurant (how I can even go into a Mexican restaurant now is beyond me, but that's beside the point). I'm mowing down the chips and queso with gusto. J looks at me and innocently says,
"Peanut, you need to eat a real dinner. You can't just eat chips."
I burst into tears and nearly left the restaurant.
|Don't mess with my chips!|