Me: “Hey Mike, is there any tortellini leftover from dinner?”
Mike: “Yes! I mean, no!”
Me: “Wha….?”
Mike: “Well, I was going to tell you you could have what was leftover in the kids’ bowls. But then I remembered that you aren’t a dog.”
Me: “……..Thanks, babe.”
Love means never having to say, “I am not a dog.”
August 20, 2012 at 9:00 am
Oh no! At least he did remember, and didn’t go get it for you and put in a bowl on the floor. Woof.
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August 20, 2012 at 3:59 pm
Indeed. I am a lucky, lucky woman.
August 20, 2012 at 9:54 am
Wait, all my meals are leftovers slopped up from the kids bowls. Does this mean I am a dog? It might explain a lot.
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August 20, 2012 at 3:49 pm
Sit and stay, mothahfuckah.