Okay, for all of you single guys out there in GB10 land, here is my life in a nutshell:
I get home from work the other night and my wife is playing with the kids. Here is our conversation:
Poppy Morty (PM): Hey what's for dinner?
Wife: I don't know, what do you want?
PM: I want you to tell me what I'm having.
Wife: I need to go shopping. There is nothing to make. You need to tell me what you want and i will get the ingredients and make it for you.
PM: So you gave it no thought today at all?
Wife: Right.
PM: Okay so i tell you what i want and you will make it for me, right?
Wife: That's right. I need some help with this. I am running all over with the kids all day and I don't always have time to think about or plan dinner.
PM: Hmmmm . . . I want Pot Roast.
Wife: I'm not making pot roast.
PM: Ahh Hah. Am i getting laid tonight?
Wife: No.
I added those last two lines (they really didn't happen) just to make a point.
Footnote: I did not get laid that night, but did the next morning. Hooray. We had pizza.
