So, have I mentioned this?
The PB&J challenge.
It goes something like this:
me: What are you making for dinner tonight honey?
him: Do you want pizza or peanut butter and jelly?
me: AAUUGGHH, I hate pizza, PB&J please.
him: Okay, PB&J it is.
After a few minutes in the kitchen M- came out with two PB&J sandwiches and a big glass of milk for me.
While I was taking my 2nd or 3rd bite I said: This is sooo good, I forgot how much I loved PB&J! Like you could eat pizza every night, I could eat this (cue sounds of doom).
me: Yes, I could.
him: I know you, you like all different things, you could not eat PB&J EVERY night!
me: Yes, I could.
him: Okay then, PB&J every night this month.
(This was june 2nd)
me: you got it, PB&J every night we eat at home, because I know we have some dinner plans coming up.
him: okay. good luck.
We have had Peanut butter and Jelly sandwiches EVERY NIGHT THIS MONTH except 3, one a wedding ( awesome), one a date night, and one a night with friends.
Please! Someone SAVE ME!!!! Invite us out to dinner, I'll even pay!
(But I won't give up!)