Thursday, August 03, 2006

What a brat

I was helping my sweety with dinner this evening. My specialty is prep—chopping everything. The cooking part I’m not so great at, but that’s okay. I’m still good for something. The following conversation ensues…

Me: Do you want these onions diced or how do you want them cut?
Her: Don’t go like this when you look at me. *makes a weird winking/blinking face*
Me: Did I do that? Well if I’m blinking it’s because of these onions.
Her: ...
Me: You’re being a brat, aren’t you?
Her: When am I not?
Me: Oh yeah, good point.

You know who else is a brat? My renter. Okay maybe not, but I’m sure she has her bratty moments.

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