Saturday, March 02, 2013

This conversation happens at least once a week

me: Why are you skulking around the kitchen?

him: I'm looking for something to eat.

me: There's plenty of food.

him: There's nothing to eat.

me: There's not nothing to eat, I went to the grocery store yesterday.

him: There's nothing good to eat.

me: I asked you Thursday evening and Friday morning if there was anything you wanted and you said "no" both times.

him: I don't know what they have at the store.

me: dude, I shop at the grocery store down the street, not Soviet Russia in the early 80s.