The Sweet Husband

The SH and Tamales

I forgot to call the girl at work that usually brings tamales for us to buy, so I picked up a few pork tamales at HEB since the sweet husband has been complaining several times daily about not having them.

He eats the HEB tamales, he says they aren't bad, then about an hour or two later, he tells me they kind of tasted like they had chihuaua in them. WTH???????? First question that comes to mind,how do you know what chihuahua tastes like?
2nd question, How does "not bad"and taste like little tiny dog apply to the same food?

Then he tells me I always get too technical and he's been meaning to tell me for nearly 40 years that this particular trait of mine is very irritating.

Naturally, by now, I am laughing like a lunatic, and he tells me that he doesn't know what is so damn funny, he's the one that ate the chihuahua, and if I was a good wife, I would at least pretend to care.

I told him that I was really sorry, and for him to come on, we would go to the ER and they could pump his stomach, that should prove that I do care, I am just trying to be a good wife.

Some miracle occurred and he was mistaken, it probably was just a small pig, not a chihuaua that was in the tamales.

I love miracles, and I would hate spending hours in the ER, but I am sad to say, I might have enjoyed that stomach pumping thing.