My Husband Tries His Hardest to Make Me Happy

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dinner in a canSo this just happened:

Me: “I’m hungry, I’m going to eat those Spaghetti O’s you got at the store yesterday.”
Then, upon finding that the Spaghetti O’s Bryan bought were the kind without meatballs, I yell to him, “WTF is this? No meatballs? Who eats Spaghetti O’s without meatballs??”

Bryan: “On the grocery list, you just wrote Spaghetti O’s. I almost bought the ones with the meatballs, but I said to myself, ‘Bryan, if she had wanted meatballs she would have written meatballs. Just get the plain kind.'”

Me: “We’ve been together 15 years and you don’t know what kind of Spaghetti O’s I like? I’ve never eaten plain Spaghetti O’s in my life. YOU DON’T KNOW ME AT ALL!”

So I sit my grumpy ass down and start playing Candy Crush.

Bryan is rifling through the change on the counter. “How much do you think Spaghetti O’s cost at the corner store? Three dollars?” (The corner store is a party store/quickie mart two blocks away from our house.)

Me (happy and incredulous): “Are you seriously going down to the corner store to get me Spaghetti O’s with meatballs?”

Bryan (good-naturedly sarcastic): “Well, I can’t let you starve, now can I? But I’m only taking a handful of quarters, so you might just end up with an ice cream sandwich.”

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