so don't ask if you don't want to know
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I had this conversation with Casey the other night:
C: You made pork chops?
M: Yes, I made pork chops.
C: And what are these? Au gratin potatoes?
M: Scalloped potatoes.
C: I don’t like pork chops.
M: I don’t care.
C: You should have made ham, don’t you usually make ham steak?
M: I don’t like ham.
C: Since when?
M: I’ve always preferred pork chops over ham. It was your father that always wanted ham.
C: Huh. Did you know you bought chunky peanut butter?
M: I prefer chunky peanut butter.
C: Really? Since when? Nevermind.
M: And you know what else?
(He looks at me warily)
I NEVER HAVE TO LOOK, COOK, OR EAT CREAMED CORN AGAIN!
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about 2 years ago
Yummy! Creamed Corn. I don’t get that anymore.
about 2 years ago
I love my dear husband, but I must admit that there is a TEENY part of me that would enjoy being single again so that I can stop doing some of the things I do just to keep peace with him. I’m sure he thinks the same thing. I just found out this past Thanksgiving that he actually DOES like turkey. It turns out that we’ve been cooking a ham on Thanksgiving all these years because I’m the one who doesn’t like turkey; he’s just kept quiet and gotten his turkey fix somewhere else. As long as TURKEY is the only thing he’s getting somewhere else, I’m fine
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