My Husband Is My Master, Apparently
This post is being written on Friday evening because of this...
Conversation I had today with someone else:
Conversation I had today with someone else:
"Little dude, which cookie do you want?"
"Dat wuh"
"I'd like a Big Bite M&M Cookie, please."
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Where it all went down... |
"Just one?"
"Yes, that's it."
"You don't want one?"
"No, I just exercised 30 minutes ago. I don't want to mess up everything I just did. No, just one. Thank you."
"Oh, HAVE A COOKIE! Cookie good for you".
"Oh, alright. I'll have a Pecan Chocolate Chip Cookie".
"Anyting to drink?"
"Ummm, I'll have a small Diet Coke"
(This is where I remember the study sent to me yesterday regarding the evil of diet drinks and how I am likely to grow a baby's arm from my right ear if I continue to drink them. I am hesitant to do what I am supposed to do, which is order water or milk, soooo.....)
"Change that to a small Coke, please".
"Medium Coke for 99 cent?"
"Mommy, I find us a table?"
"No, dude, you're 2. Oh, alright already. A medium Coke".
"You get an extra cookie for you mastah?"
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, I wah dah wuh, tooooooo!!!"
"No, little dude. One is enough. MY MASTER?"
"Yes, you want an extra cookie for him? He get home so tired. He work hard. He would love extra cookie."
Yes, my friends, she described my husband as my master. Please don't tell him. Also, even though her idea was a nice one, I was feeling like I was being held up at the local Stop 'n Rob at this point, so I took our cookies and ran.
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Also, I just received a package in the mail this afternoon and, therefore, this is the...
Conversation I want to have today with you:

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