Wednesday, March 3, 2010

A Home Cooked Meal

Tonight I threw a hissy fit that Brady never cooks me dinner. He said he would take me out to dinner. I said no, I wanted him to cook for me and pouted. He asked what we had to cook. I replied in a pouty voice, grilled cheese. So he went into the kitchen to prepare my grilled cheese.

Brady: Babe, how dark do you want your grilled cheese?

Me: Not very dark.

Brady: Sh*t!

Um yeah, next time I'll let him take me out.

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