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Because sometimes a status update just isn't enough.

15 December 2011

Things I Wish I Hadn't Said, #1

Me, to Dan, on the phone this afternoon:  "Pick us up something for dinner... I feel horrible and I don't want to cook."

Dan:  "What do you want me to get?"

Me:  "I don't care... I haven't eaten all day and I'm not super hungry.  Get what sounds good to you."

*cue ominous music*

What the hell was I thinking?

Short story short and to the point:

Dan came home with six (yes, SIX) double cheeseburgers from McDonald's and two diet Cokes.

*pause*

*pause*

(Take your time... I'll give you a moment.)

Dan:  "Dollar menu, baby... it only cost me 9 dollars!"


(Please refer to my blog, The Bargain Nazi, for more information on Dan and his predisposition towards buying cheap and why I should have known better and why, in a sense, this is all actually kind of my fault.)

I kept my mouth shut, because he was so damn proud of himself, and I know that in his heart of hearts he thought he was "helping"...

But I need to get this off my chest.

Never, in the ten years that we have been together, has Dan EVER seen me eat a double cheeseburger.  Ever.  EVER.  NEVER.  NOT ONCE.  

I had a wicked flashback to how my mother, in the almost 49 years that I have been on this earth, has never figured out that I have an extreme (EXTREME) mayonnaise phobia (described in depth here) and still insists that her potato salad is my favorite food on this earth.  (It isn't.)


Do I just LOOK like the kind of girl who likes to double-fist double cheeseburgers and mayonnaise??


Don't answer that.


Then I got really paranoid.  I read an article today on askmen.com titled "10 Subtle Ways To Tell Her She's Getting Fat" (put on your ass-kicking boots and read allllll about it here... it took me at least two hours to stop being enraged by the "Subtle Hints") and I started wondering, "Is he trying to tell me he thinks I'm FAT?"


Dani, I'm talking to YOU...


Because, really... when you bring your woman home six double cheeseburgers, the message is kind of implied.


"Sooo... what are you trying to tell me?"


Right?


Then he ate five of the six (and honestly, I had to give him mad props for remembering to get DIET Coke)...


Wait... was that a Subtle Hint that I'm FAT??


I'm so confused...


"Here, baby... wash that down with DIET soda, hint hint..."




On the other hand (wait... how many hands does that make now??) maybe it says more about HIM than ME.


Is that even possible??




"Where's my double cheeseburger, bitch?"