I’m totally one of those grocery shoppers that calls home about 6 times during the course of my shopping adventure to ask questions. “Hey, do you need shampoo?” “Jonas, what kind of cheese do you want?” “Honey, did you say you wanted bacon or that you were trying not to eat bacon?”
Here is the conversation today:
Me: Do we need coffee?
Jason: Yes. Decaf.
Me: (clearly the phone cut out for a second) What?
Jason: De-CAF-fienated (real slow, like I’m four).
Jason: Yes. I need to cut back.
Me: I don’t need to cut back.
Me: I mean, won’t you get headaches if you cut back? Won’t you be grouchy? You don’t want to be grouchy in December.
(what I really meant was: “Please, please, please take it back! I can’t do decaf! DECAF? What’s the point??? Oh for the love of all that is peaceful in our house, please don’t say another word about decaf!”)
Me: Half-caf? (Well…I do like compromises.)
Jason: But in January, we’re switching to decaf.
Me: Oh, sure!
We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.