This weekend we were at Walmart and the cute little girls were outside selling girl scout cookies, I got so excited, but the conversation between my Fiance and I went like this:
him: “we are NOT getting any cookies”
me: “I can’t believe you’re not going to let me get GIRL SCOUT cookies”
him: It’s not about the money, it’s about the fat.
I was so angry that I didn’t even ask him if he meant the fat in the cookies or the fat on me…
*we’re on a wedding diet, less than 2 months to go!*
9 Comments
March 26, 2009 at 2:06 pm
Whoa. You’re right—MAJOR grounds for divorce. Don’t mess with the GSCs.
March 26, 2009 at 12:14 pm
Ohhhh no he didn’t!!! I better let my husband read this so that he thinks twice before something similar pops out of his mouth.
March 26, 2009 at 10:52 am
Ok. Laughing out loud at my desk. Which is rare. Oh girl… you made my day.
March 26, 2009 at 9:55 am
This weekend we were at Walmart and the cute little girls were outside selling girl scout cookies, I got so excited, but the conversation between my Fiance and I went like this:
him: “we are NOT getting any cookies”
me: “I can’t believe you’re not going to let me get GIRL SCOUT cookies”
him: It’s not about the money, it’s about the fat.
I was so angry that I didn’t even ask him if he meant the fat in the cookies or the fat on me…
*we’re on a wedding diet, less than 2 months to go!*
March 26, 2009 at 9:48 am
lol
poor Chris!
Chloe
March 26, 2009 at 9:25 am
Best. Blog post. Ever.
March 26, 2009 at 8:42 am
That almost made me laugh out loud in class. Had to make it sound like a cough. I like your chutzpah woman!
March 26, 2009 at 8:04 am
Talk about irreconcilable differences… haha
March 26, 2009 at 7:50 am
Hahaha!! Thats so much *nicer* than what I would tell my boy…
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