I had this idea for a post about how John gamely accepted the new, brighter towels in the bathroom, despite having been perfectly happy with the previous towels, with which he found no fault. (They were drab.)
Then I remembered: I asked him whether he personally—as opposed to the racks, which have no say—wanted a new bath towel. And gave him a choice of color. And bought the soft, springy, stripey-green towel for him. Which turns out not to be as absorbent as one might like.
So, he was game. But I was nice. No heroics there.
Then I remembered about the Soy Creamy.
Trader Joe’s Soy Creamy, Cherry Garcia flavor. (It has a generic name, but we know what it is.) It comes in quarts. Well, a single quart. And for a while, I would buy that single quart and devour my half pretty much within a day. Sorrow and grief.
Then I came upon the idea of buying two quarts, the second belonging entirely to me, so that I could stretch the experience to at least several days. I think we can all agree: powerful innovation.
But folks, I do not get to Trader Joe’s very often. And the freezer, it keeps food fresh (”fresh”?) for weeks. That, I am told, is its job. So last week, I came home from the Joe with a big surprise for our freezer. And John.
M: Guess what, Sweetie? I got three Soy Creamies!
J: No way! Three?
M: Yup.
J: You broke your record!
M: I did break my record!
J: You’re a champion!
M: Gosh, thanks. I do feel good about it.
J: I can see why.
M: Do you think I even maybe broke the world record?
J: It’s possible!
M: Maybe I did. Maybe I did.
It’s been, like, all of two days since I last saw you, Melissa, and this post reminds me that I really already miss you. You guys are hilarious and cute.
Carey, you are the best commenter in the history of commenting.