So, I come home and the hubby is cooking a “healthy” chicken dish for dinner. He had asked me before I came home if I wanted rice as well. I told him I wanted white rice. But I mentioned to him that if all he had was brown rice, then I didn’t want any rice.
I go and see my plate just has the chicken, as requested. His plate has the chicken and brown rice. I start complaining that he could buy white rice too and make that.
Me: I want white rice, why can’t you get me white rice and you brown rice?
Hubby: No, you don’t need white rice. You’re already having a soda with your dinner. You need to eat healthy.
Me: Noooooo, I want white rice. I want to enjoy what I’m eating. Besides, I’m probably gonna die young anyway.
Hubby: (long pause) You’re WAY past that.
<cough> apparently someone has a death wish. Or thinks he’s a comedian.