Some of You are Party Poopers

You know who you are.

Anyway, here's the story behind the last post.

Matt and I are in a bad habit of waking up about 30 minutes before church on Sundays these days. So since it takes me at least 20 minutes to get ready (without a shower), I don't have time for a big breakfast before church. Usually I grab a piece of bread and put peanut butter on it and take it to go. Turns out Matt has a serious aversion to peanut butter breath in a car setting. I don't get it, but whatever. Every time this happens, he gets fussy.

So this past Sunday, in my own defense, I pointed out to him that every Saturday he makes himself a Tuna sandwich and that every time instead immediately recycling the can or throwing it away, he leaves it on the counter. As a result, anytime I go near the kitchen, I get strong whiffs of it. I pointed out that his tuna is much more atrocious than my peanut butter breath. He disagreed, which lead to a confident assertion on my part.

"I guarantee you that EVERYONE in the WORLD would agree that your tuna fish can smells worse than peanut butter breath."

So far, I am right.

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Okay literally the second I posted this blog for the first time, my party pooper friend, Rachel, (the one to whom I was referring above) voted in Matt's favor. I lose. And now she's more of a party pooper.