This is a true and very sad story about what happens in my kitchen. I made a spaghetti dinner with garlic bread I might add and this was the conversation that I had with Den.
Den-(grabs a container and squints at it)-is this steak?
Me-(With an entire body sigh)-No Dennis, that would be spinach.
And what makes this even worse was we were both sober.
Not to fear because my bedroom stories aren't as bad as this. Wait.