Friday, April 21, 2006
When your sweetheart decides to be a bigger pest than you
Tonight we decided to try this Brazilian restaurant we’d heard about. So we’re in the car and I’m trying to remember which street I was supposed to turn on, and I ask.
Me: Baby, where are the directions?
Her: I don’t know.
Me: They were around here somewhere.
Her: I don’t know.
Me: You haven’t seen them?
Her: No.
Me: Did you even turn your head at all?
Her: Nope.
Me: You couldn’t even look down??
Her: Nope. You didn’t ask me to look for the directions.
Me: What? But it was implied!
Her: You still didn’t ask me that.
Me: Guhh, forget it!
At the next stoplight I twisted around, searched, and grabbed the page from the back seat. At this point she starts to giggle. Why you little… What a brat!
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