"I want brownies."
"Do you want ice cream?"
"No. Yuck. Sick. I'm so over ice cream. I don't like ice cream anymore."
"Okay. (trying to keep a straight face) I'll get brownies."
"I want ones with frosting."
"Okay - chocolate, or cream cheese?"
"They ALL have chocolate frosting."
"Well, actually, some people make them with creme cheese or butter cream frosting."
"Yea. Well those people should be tied up and shot."
I get to the store. I pick up frosted brownies and chocolate fudge ice cream (sometimes I know her better than she does). I go to the check out lane. Dead serious here. Dude in front of me has two cartons of Ben and Jerry's, a bottle of Midol, and a bottle of wine.
"Dude, we are so in the same boat."
(He looks at my order.) "Yea. It's pretty bad."
"Good luck, man."
"You to."
8 comments:
Oh Kurt. Wow. You are a good man.
that made me chuckle.
oh crap!!! That is SO funny!
And i must add... what a good husband you are to go and do that.
You are a good man but Dude...you totally sold her out!
That may be the funniest thing I have ever read!
Hilarious!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
however....are you still alive after sharing that amazing story?
You are a saint!
Yeah, yeah - okay you folks have had your fun. And of course, Kurt IS a fantastic husband. I am in no way trying to negate his wonderful qualities.
But I think it's important that we not overlook the other (unspoken, I might add) driving force in this story:
Kurt's desire for Self-preservation. Going to the store was not merely an act of altruism. It was an act of simple survival.
I think I just made myself a little worse but hey! There's nothing pretty about PMS.
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