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"Gregory no!"

"But I must Sandra, it's a need that burrows my soul deep beneath my heart"

He reached for the thinly cut pork chops.

"Gregory it's a package of pork, you'll survive"

I pushed his hand away.

"SANDRAAAAAAAAAAAAAA YOU LITTLE DINGLE POOP!"

I evilly laughed grabbing him by the sleeve and dragging him to the frozen chicken.

"Now this"

I pointed at the chicken

"Could feed the WHOLE family while your pork would only feed me and you"

He slumped his back in defeat.

"Next time I'm doing the food shopping alone"

I patted him on the back.

"Good luck finding the will power to get your ass out of the piano that's tied to your butt without my help."

I opened the freezer doors shivering.

Gregory unwillingly picked the chicken off the shelf.

I read the package that said hormone free.

"See look, no PMSing chicken for us"

My little joke put a tiny smile on Gregory's face.

I took pride in making my stubborn boy friend smile time to time.