Apr 7 2010

The Frosty

Category: conversations

Henry just came home from work with Wendy’s.

“Do you want this Frosty?” he asked.

“Uh, no,” I said snottily, because I often speak to him like I’m his sixteen-year-old daughter.

“I bought an extra one just so you wouldn’t scream YOU BOUGHT CHOOCH ONE AND NOT ME!” Henry mimicked.

He knows me so well, it’s sickening.

8 comments

8 Comments so far

  1. Lead Balloon April 7th, 2010 2:46 pm

    He really bought it for Chris.

  2. Tuna Tar-Tart April 7th, 2010 10:08 pm

    You know this comment made Henry do that “frown/eye-roll/upper-arm-rub” thing that he does when he’s wanting to come off annoyed but is secretly tickled that someone is paying attention to him.

  3. Jessi April 7th, 2010 4:56 pm

    Doesn’t he know you’ll find a reason to complain either way? Christ, get with the program Henry!

  4. Tuna Tar-Tart April 7th, 2010 10:21 pm

    INORITE??

    He’s always trying to be a step ahead.

  5. Francesco Likes you: and is under the influence April 7th, 2010 10:44 pm

    I’ll have it

    are you one of those people who dips their fries in it?
    because I think that’s some bullshit

  6. Tuna Tar-Tart April 9th, 2010 10:20 am

    I have been known to be a dipper in my day, yes. I hang my head in shame.

  7. Laura (ravena on livejournal) April 8th, 2010 9:08 am

    I guess you will just have to change some of your ways to keep him off balance. Boys can never start to think they know us so well.

  8. Tuna Tar-Tart April 9th, 2010 10:21 am

    This is true, Laura. This is true.

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