Tuesday, March 31, 2009

sweet comic valentine.

if you know my husband, then you know he loves to eat. i mean, i'll make tacos, and he eats the rest of the ingredients in a taco salad - this after eating 5 tacos already. where he puts it, i have no idea.

because i am like most normal people, i hate finding food in the fridge that has grown anything. but chris insists on putting every single food item from dinner away as "leftovers." this is ok when he eats them - not ok when he lets them sit.

the other night i reminded him that there was food in the fridge that needed to be eaten. doing this eliminates ever finding food with growth - that is, except for vegetables. those he skips past.

so i tell him that we have leftover "barbechue chicken legs." and that is not a typo, i made a little mistake. honestly, i was probably eating at the time. either way, as soon as i said it i knew the jokes would be coming.

so then he asks me, what barbechue chicken legs are. i roll my eyes and ignore him.

"did you sneeze on them? is that why they're barbechue?"

i think i need a drum set nearby. bu-dum-dum-ching!

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