I have a pound of fresh mozzarella in the fridge because I found a
chicken bruschetta recipe I want to try. Austin was downstairs
whipping up a wrap.
Austin: I’m going to use some of the mozzarella on my wrap.
Me, groaning and whining: Good grief. Well, whatever. If the bruschetta is light on the cheese it will be you who suffers.
Austin: Do you actually mind?
Me: No.
Austin: Good. You sounded really good, Oscar worthy performance.
Me: Thanks.
After Austin finished making his wrap, he shows me that almost the whole pound is still intact.
Austin: Do you think that’ll be enough for the chicken bruschetta.
Me: You can be such a dick sometimes. You’d think that’d positively impact on our sex life.
Austin: Ouch.
Austin: I’m going to use some of the mozzarella on my wrap.
Me, groaning and whining: Good grief. Well, whatever. If the bruschetta is light on the cheese it will be you who suffers.
Austin: Do you actually mind?
Me: No.
Austin: Good. You sounded really good, Oscar worthy performance.
Me: Thanks.
After Austin finished making his wrap, he shows me that almost the whole pound is still intact.
Austin: Do you think that’ll be enough for the chicken bruschetta.
Me: You can be such a dick sometimes. You’d think that’d positively impact on our sex life.
Austin: Ouch.
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