Tuesday, January 24, 2012

A dessert by any other name

These should last a week.
I don't nag my husband, Gary, about eating poorly (what's the point?), but I do tease him about it on the rarest of occasions.

It's a running joke that his idea of a balanced diet is making sure he has French fries across from the cheeseburger on his plate.

Recently, we were relaxing on the couch watching a couple hours of TV before heading off to bed. After eating one chocolate ice cream bar, he got up, walked to the freezer and pulled out another one.

Moving my glasses slightly down my nose and glaring at him from above them, I asked, using my nagging wife voice, "Going for no. 2, huh?"

"Nope," he said. "I'm calling this my middle one."

We both busted out laughing, having to pause whatever show we were watching because we were nearly on the floor.

The irony will be, of course, that he'll probably outlive me. At least there are precious moments like these to cherish along the way.

4 comments:

Karen said...

Hilarious! Sounds like my husband. The other day he had fried catfish, corn and mashed potatoes for lunch because it "was healthier than McDonalds". Well... that one might have been a toss up. :)

Meredith said...

OMG we truly are so much alike!!! I say things like this to Bob all the time when he goes for the entire bad of those little chocolate-covered doughnuts. "Are you going to save some for tomorrow?" He looks at me, gives me a smile as if he is that five-year-old boy he was at one time, and continues to reach in the bag. I love it and get concerned about it at the same time. He would totally say the same thing as Gary in the situation you described. Love it.

Lora Abernathy said...

Yeah, I'm calling that one a toss up, too, Karen. :)

Glad you enjoyed, Meredith. We truly were separated at birth.

Colleen said...

My middle one... I love it! :)

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