Monday, August 17th

Husband: I want a little something with my coffee...
Me: Have a Milano - one won't kill you.
Husband: No, I think what I'm craving is a slice of bread with mayonnaise.
Me: Oh that is disgusting - white bread with mayonnaise.
Husband: You always make fun of the things I eat. This is good old white-people's food.
Me: It's just gross.
Husband: If it weren't so close to dinner time I would have a peanut butter and mayonnaise sandwich.
Me: THAT is beyond the pale!

Monday, August 3rd

(Husband has just come in from running an errand...)

Me: Is that a moving truck outside?
Husband: Yup..
Me: Are they moving in or out?
Husband: In..
Me: Do they have nice stuff?
Husband: No - it all looks like junk.  Maybe it's how it's wrapped.
Me: So no nice things...
Husband: *making a disgusted face* Looks like real junk to me.