Ah oui, romance.

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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.”

Author: Meredith Bland

Meredith likes to write the funny at her blog, Pile of Babies (http://www.pileofbabies.com).

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  1. 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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  2. 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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