I’ve learned two things about J this week that I didn’t know before now.
1) He doesn’t/won’t eat fruit with anything else other than itself. And I will note that he arrived with a box of books of dietary food things, one that explains the digestive information upon mixing certain foods in the same meal.
2) After only two shots of Jack Saturday night, he drove us home (because I had had three glasses of wine). He started weaving around the road and I thought “SHIT, he’s drunk off of two shots of Jack in the last four hours!” It was so odd. When I said something, like, “Um, are you sure you are okay to drive?” he goes, “I’m dodging the fucking potholes!”
(our town is notorious for potholes, there is even a group on Facebook “the potholes of our town name inserted here)
Dodging potholes… that’s priceless!
Hah! I love the dodging pot holes piece.
My husband won’t eat anything sweet with a meal, including fruit.
I love all sorts of fruit mixed together in a salad. Then we make a dressing of Cherry juice and Mayo mixed together.
Don’t fret, the potholes are just as bad on this side of the state.
That’s funny.
CBG has all kinds of weird dietary restrictions. I sometimes wonder what our life is going to look like if we ever decide to cohabitate…..
Hilarious. I do that too. The potholes are crazy here this time of year.