SO, last wednesday michelle had her boyfriend over. that's what she calls him anyway. she's a bit stalker-ish when it comes to him. apparently, she has their whole lives planned out.
-they are getting married in philadelphia
-she is going to be a mom
-he is going to be a firefighter
-they are going to live in san fransico
-and no matter what anyone tells her, she is going to have a dance concert with her boyfriend. they are going to dance together on the church's stage and she wants me to make peach jam and homemade bread for the refreshments. oh, and strawberry smoothies.
like i said, she has it all planned out only he just doesn't know it yet. as it should be, i guess. anyway, he came over to have lunch and play for the afternoon and on the car ride home this is what they said to each other:
michelle: BF you have to see my neighborhood! it is soooooo cool!
BF: my grandma snores sometimes.....
it pretty much continued like that the whole ride home. for lunch the mister asked BF what he would like for vegetables. his response was "i don't eat vegetables." (this is always the response we get when neighborhood kids come to our house for lunch. it drives me CRAZY. what are these parents feeding their kids anyway? it disturbs me to no end when kids don't even know what a tomato is. i'm not kidding. that really happened in my own home. sigh.) he settled for a banana and the choice of either ham and cheese or peanut butter and jelly for the sandwich. can you guess what he wanted? he wanted peanut butter and cheese. that's right. peanut butter and cheese sandwich. and michelle being utterly in love with her boyfriend decided she wanted one too. soooooo gross. the sandwiches were made and miraculously eaten. every bite. so, every day since her magical day with her boyfriend (her words, not mine) michelle has been asking for that very sandwich. and every day since then, i've had to make her one while i try to not vomit. i really don't know why it's so unappealing to me, but it is. whatever. she eats it, all in the name of love.
