Me: What are you getting?
Him: A Caramel Macchiato.
Me: You can’t do that.
Him: They’re so good though.
Me: Don’t do it.
He: I really want one.
Me: You can do it. The option is yours.
Him: I know. I shouldn’t.
Me: There are certainly more honorable ways to sacrifice your manhood.
Just returned from a beautiful wedding in San Diego. They were married in a Japanese tea garden, and they even took the time to write their own vows. Everything was perfectly lovely; I snuffled through the whole thing. But what I’ll remember most thirty years from now is my improperly puerile giggle when the bride and groom promised to “play with each other” for the rest of their lives.
I may be reading books written for college kids, but I’m still laughing at a seventh-grade level.