Overheard at Our House
I had popped in some leftovers into the microwave for breakfast, and when I sat down to eat, my wife asked me what that was.
"Leftovers for breakfast," I replied, sitting down on the couch.
"I know that, what is it?"
"Stroganoff.... With chocolate on top."
"Really?"
I took a bite. "No."
"I was going to say that it sounded nasty, but you never know."
"You only said that because I said the magic word 'chocolate'," I snorted.
"Well, yeah!" After a short pause, she added, "After all, there's chocolate in Skyline."
"That's cocoa, the bitter stuff."
"True, but we have some of that around."
I continued eating in silence. Chocoholics, I thought.
"Leftovers for breakfast," I replied, sitting down on the couch.
"I know that, what is it?"
"Stroganoff.... With chocolate on top."
"Really?"
I took a bite. "No."
"I was going to say that it sounded nasty, but you never know."
"You only said that because I said the magic word 'chocolate'," I snorted.
"Well, yeah!" After a short pause, she added, "After all, there's chocolate in Skyline."
"That's cocoa, the bitter stuff."
"True, but we have some of that around."
I continued eating in silence. Chocoholics, I thought.