Annmarie: I burnt the chicken on the grill. Can you stop and get McDonald’s for me on the way home?
Me: I’ll still eat the burnt chicken.
Annmarie: Over my dead body.
Me: I secretly think you burnt the chicken on purpose so you could get McDonald’s.
10 MINUTES WITH NO RESPONSE EMAIL
Me: Fine. Give me your order. I’l still eat the burnt chicken.
Annmarie: I threw it out. Swear on my unborn child it was inedible. Don’t be mad. I’m so angry. I burnt myself on it.
Me: Don’t you mean “OUR” unborn child?
Annmarie: Sure. Why not. I honestly will have nightmares about that chicken. Can’t explain it. Don’t ever want to have BBQ chicken again. The burnt smell is indescribable.
Me: We WILL be making grilled chicken again. Mark my words. This will not be another scallop situation. (Ed. Note-We used to have scallops all the time. As a couple we enjoyed them. Many great scallop experiences. Then Annmarie swears she had a bad scallop at a restaurant. We have not had scallops since. It’s been almost 3 yrs..)
Annmarie: Fine. I want a grilled chicken sandwich, fries, and a plain hamburger for Brooklyn. (Ed. Note-Brooklyn is our dog.)