August 18, 2007
Jared went to Blockbuster to rent a movie tonight. "How convenient" I thought--Blockbuster, you see, is right next to Whole Foods, and Whole Foods happens to have the greatest brownies on the face of planet earth. Trust me, they're not what you think. These aren't some organic seaweed and homegrown whole grain hemp fake-o brownies, they're the real deal. Crispy on the top, gooey in the middle, and little bitty chocolate-heaven-chips all over the place.
I love brownies.
I loooove Whole Foods Brownies.
I would leave my husband and marry a Whole Foods Brownie if it was legal. And someday, I sincerely hope it is (Vote Democratic! Whew!).
A few minutes ago, Jared called me from his cell phone to exclaim, "Do you know how much these brownies cost?!"
I was like, "Ummmmm....no?"
"Amy" he spitted, "It's SEVEN dollars and NINETEEN CENTS!!! For ONE brownie!"
I was all, "Oh man, that's ridiculous! Are you sure you're looking at the right thing? Brown and gooey, cut into a square...just a regular old brownie, babe."
"Yup, that's it. Seven-nineteen for one brownie. So dumb."
And that's when I heard the faint sound of his car stereo in the background.
"Um, Jared? Where are you?"
"I'm almost home, Babe...I just crossed Abrams Road."
"Jared? You bought that brownie, didn't you?"
And now we're in a fight.