It's day 8 of 11 out of my work week. When we got home tonight I was so hungry I just started pulling things out of the fridge, naming the leftovers as I put them on the counter:
Me: Pizza... Pot Pie... What's this?
Him: That's the-
Me: Chop stick.
Him: ...
Me: OH! No, no, a pork chop. That's a pork chop. Sorry.
Him: Are you okay?
Me: I'll be fair and blog about that now.
Him: Do you want the chop stick for dinner or not?
Me: No.
1 comment:
Yes, you're working too hard/much.
xx
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