following up. the winner is.

As per usual, I made Matt sit down and read my last few blog posts, and then when he was finished, I made him tell me which parts he liked the best.  And after he told me a few things, I followed up a few times with, "What else did you like?"  So, he mentioned that he thought it was rather interesting that in my "hate healthy food post" I wrote, "Diabetes is real."  Soooo let me clarify.  Clearly, I KNEW before that diabetes is REAL... I just never considered it as a possibility for ME before.  Got it?  Good.

Also, for the record, MATT is the one who thinks it is acceptable to spit your gum in the toilet as a trashcan.  He likes to defend himself by saying, "Have you ever put your chewed gum in water before?  It hardens, and it can't clog the toilet."

But still.

The way we happened upon this debate is that I noticed there was a piece of gum in the bottom of our toilet one day.  Since there is a trash can RIGHT NEXT to the toilet, I figured that Matt intended to spit the gum in the trash but accidentally missed into the toilet.  Nopety nope nope nope.  He absolutely on purpose spit his gum in the toilet.  I just didn't understand that.  Especially with a trash can right there!

So, based on comments, I won this marital debate.

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.

to our anonymous readers out there: i'm giving you permission to respond

Okay. We need your honest opinion. This is serious business so pay attention.

What smells worse? Peanut butter breath in a car setting or an empty aluminum tuna fish can sitting out in the kitchen all day?

Believe me, it matters.