My husband really thinks that I once handed him a carton of milk and asked him to "smell this. I think it's bad."
Ever since this mysterious request (because I do not recall EVER asking ANYONE to smell-taste-test ANYTHING that I thought had turned toward the dark side) he's been playing the role of a martyr and trying to exact revenge.
In my defense I would like to offer the following items:
Exhibit # 1:
I don't drink milk. Don't even put it in my coffee. I put YOGURT on cereal. I DON'T DRINK MILK.
Exhibit #2:
I am a tosser. I will toss things that have gone a few days past their expiration date even if they look and smell fine. I will toss TUPPERWARE: I don't care how much I paid for it if the science project inside sounds like it has a heartbeat. I have no qualms about waste. I don't care if people are starving in China, there's NO WAY I'd send them garbage to eat.
But does he care?
Nope.
He still wants to get even. He even finds new and spectacular ways to twist the knife.
"Here! Smell these socks. I don't think they're clean."
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Hearsay vs. photographic proof
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Teenage boys.
Teenage boys ask you to smell their shirts and determine cleanliness. Yes, this is gross. But I do it anyway.
Exhibit #2:
I am a tosser.
I love you.
I am in agreement with you on that 110%.
knew you'd like that one.
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