Jared (calling on his cell phone telephone): I’m stopping by Publix. You want anything?
Me: What are you getting?
Jared: Printer paper. And chips, to eat with my sandwich.
Me: Oooh! Yes! Chips! And Brussels sprouts!
Jared: Ok … why do you want Brussels sprouts?
Me: Because I also want a sandwich. *eye roll* So get me salty chips, alright? Oh, it’s gonna be so good. Tomato, too, please!
Jared: So, chips, tomato, and … Brussels sprouts?
Me: Yep. I cannot wait for this sandwich.
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We hang up, and 30 seconds pass. The phone rings again.
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Jared: Are you sure you meant Brussels sprouts?
Me: Of course I am oh my god why won’t you just get me things to make a damn sandwich?
Jared: So, you do not want bean sprouts? You actually want Brussels sprouts?
Me: … Oh. Oh jeez. I … oh my god, I hate Brussels sprouts.
Jared: I know.
***
And then we both fell over laughing and I realized that I will always have to be married to him because someone else might actually bring me Brussels sprouts and, obviously, then I’d have to kill them. The end.
Tags: brussels sprouts, jared, marriage
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Just: AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
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True. Love. I ripped Eric a new one today — because I was late to pick him up. How does that even make sense? Sure enough, my (.) had arrived. We laughed, I apologized by letting him watch extra karate youtube videos on his iPad at bedtime — with no complaints. Don’t you just love, love?
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