Last Saturday I got John up and we went down stairs where I proceeded to make him breakfast (because I'm such a loving and caring wife you know!). I cooked while he stood wide-eyed-blank-stare-head-deep in the frig. You know cooling off the kitchen with the cold fresh air of the opened frig. Economical, I know.
Our conversation goes something like this:
Me: (After several mins I say (just to give his brain a jump start)) "Whatcha looking for honey?"
John: (Super confused), "I had a dream your mom made that pasta last night for dinner, weird."
Me: (I look in the frig and see the said pasta) "It wasn't a dream, you did have that for dinner."
John: (Very adamantly) "No I didn't; I had a roast beef sandwich."
Me: Nope, you had pasta fagioli!
John: No I didn't (beginning to doubt himself)
Me: "Well then, you had two dinners last night John!" (lol...I gave in because I felt bad for him).
John: "Are you sure?"
Me: (Patting his shoulder in a loving way) "Your brain just hit a ghost hole babe!" (lol)
John: See I told you I was doing proper pain management!
Lol! Seriously! He inadvertently wins another argument of the day! Wish he had a ghost hole for that argument!! lol!! My precious one-armed-guy!
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