|Two men can't be married? Watch this.
||[Sep. 4th, 2012|03:30 pm]
Late Sunday morning I was running errands. Breakfast was a couple of hours back and I was getting things done. I was kicking butt and taking names. Figuratively, I mean. So after all of the running around was over, I started to make my way home.
Now, since I was driving home in a developed urban environment, I was bound to pass two particular establishments: Starbucks and McDonald's. Can't avoid them, right? So when I got close to the McDonald's, I had this sudden urge to pick up a couple of burgers.
Why is this worth noting? Because this never happens to me. I may crave a burger once in a while, but never McDonald's. In & Out Burger, maybe. Five Guys? Once in a while. Not McDonald's. Just doesn't happen. But here I was, pulling into the drive through line and ordering two Quarter Pounders with cheese. At that point, I knew what was going on.
I drove the rest of the way home, trudged up the stairs, opened the front door and said, "You've been jonesing for a burger, haven't you?"
Greg looked up from the sofa and said, "Yeah, I was actually going to ask if we could have that for dinner instead of the chicken stir-fry you were going to make."
I handed him the McDonald's bag. He opened it, looked inside and said, "Oh, yeaaaaahh...."
Now, if that isn't a marriage, I don't know what is.