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Life with April...
My life with April Ross:
Me: “Babe, gonna head over to Costco. Just a quick shop before a big grocery shop. Just to get through the week ’cause neither of us wanna cook. I’m gonna get some of that gumbo.”
April: “I didn’t like the gumbo. What else they got?”
Me (staring incredulously): “It’s Costco. They have everything. What do you have a taste for?”
Editor’s Note: I say this knowing that for nearly FORTY YEARS, April has always chosen the least available item, that is highly specific, in any grocery store, and then is absolutely floored when I come back and say, ‘They ain’t got that.’
April (stares into the ether): “I don’t know what I have a taste for.”
Me (bending at the waist in exasperation): “Okay, why don’t we do this? Tell me the country, and then the type of meat? Like, Indian, and then chicken. Or some other country.”
April: “I’ll just have the gumbo.”
Me: “But you didn’t like the gumbo.”
April: “I gotta taste for something, just don’t know what it is.”
Me…heading out the door: “I’ll just pick something up.”
Brought home a Costco roast chicken.
April: “That’ll work. Okay, gonna watch The Avengers.”
Me…quietly amazed at the alchemy of a happy marriage.
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Between this post and your Arby’s Steak Nugget post, I see the beginning of a Metaphor Club game. Match the Lawrence expression to the correct thought/post. In the meantime, another reminder that April and you are awesome.
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