That's me asking, on the phone with Hubz - trying to figure out what and where we're gonna eat for dinner coz I'm running errands and there's NO way I'm going to be able to cook at home in time to feed the starving monkeys.
Hubz: "What about Filipino?"
*jaw drops*
What? He NEVER asks for Filipino food. He's so dang picky, whenever I cook any of my favorite dishes, he usually ends up eating pizza or a bowl of cereal.
*snort* Dumbass.
I must've taken too long to compose myself, because before I could answer, he spoke again.
"Oh. You meant food..." ;)
Damn it. I totally set myself up for that. Even my mom started crackin' up.
