I get home and hubby and I are hanging out on the deck catching up. Hubby says,
“Dr. D. and J went on a trip.”
“Yeah?”
“Yup, cruise to the Med.”
“Did you just say Med?”
“Yeah.”
“You’re not cool enough to say “Med” for “Mediterranean.””
“Yes I am.”
“No you’re not.”
“Yes I am.”
“No you’re not.”
Pause.
“Are you making pizza tonight?”
“Yeah, with corn on it.”