PH: I’m going to use the washroom.
Me: I’m going to go make a smoothie!
*my husband emerges from the washroom and I meet him at the door.*
Me: I broke a glass and I’m useless and I don’t even like my smoothie.
*after struggling not to laugh, he hugs me and goes downstairs to pick glass shards out of the sink.*
Me: I’m sorry I made a bad smoothie.
PH: …Why?
Me: Because now I’ve wasted our last banana.
PH: Yes, and there are no more bananas in the world. YOU FINISHED THE BANANAS.
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