Here's a conversation I had with Hubby last night:
Me: What would you like for dinner? BLT or cheesy chicken?
Me: Did you say "BLT" because you know I'm exhausted and I don't really feel like cooking anything? That's really sweet.
Hubby: No, I said "BLT" because I don't really care for cheesy chicken.
Here's a conversation we had tonight.
Hubby: What's for dinner, cheesy chicken?
Me: Yes, sorry. It's either that or chili.
Hubby: That's okay, I've had enough chili for a while.
Me: Reckon you'll be over that by tomorrow night?