In the grocery store, at the check out counter. We are unloading our groceries. I pull a bottle of Mott’s Clamato juice (“with horseradish!”) from our basket and plunk it on the conveyor belt.
Perfect Husband looks at it, then looks at me.
Me: I DON’T KNOW WHY.
Sean is still angry that the universe allowed Clamato juice to exist at all. I hope for the sake of our relationship that my someday cravings take a different route.
K, I craved plain cooked ground beef…Even I would go so far as Clamato juice with horseradish. G.R.O.S.S.
That should read “wouldn’t”…
Yeah, I poured myself a glass and the first three sips were bliss and the rest were “what the hell was I thinking??”
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