So, I don't serve him peas. But there is this pasta salad we both like. There is only one tiny, minuscule problem. It has peas in it.
The first time I bought it, I didn't notice the peas on the cover of the box. Once I realized there were peas in it, there was only one thing to do. GET THEM OUT.
So. When we have this salad, I have to first pick out the peas before I boil the pasta. And some of those little suckers hide IN THE PASTA.
So I have to pick them out after I boil the pasta. I wait for it to cool. Then I pick out all the peas.
This is the true measure of my love for him.
That I will pick out all those frakin' peas. Every. single. one.
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