Like, Seriously?!

Last night Geoff asked what I wanted for dinner after I told him (with puppy eyes) that it was his turn to make dinner.

I said what any other rational, college educated person would say.

Cupcakes.

He thought I was joking.

I didn't see him preheat the oven and debated telling him that no, I was not joking.

Twenty minutes later I'm served a salad with chopped apples and loads of green beans. Basically a combination of everything left in the fridge, which obviously was not very much.

Today, I cowardly ask him over the blog he never reads:

Salad greater than cupcakes?

Like seriously?!

(If you ARE reading, the salad was delicious lover lover! Wink, wink.)