I made it to the seminary on time and taught a few classes and then sat down to enjoy my sandwich. I was hungry and was really looking forward to that Nutella (it's all Whitney's fault - she got me addicted). I took one bite and almost spit it out. It was PB&J. Ugh!
Being the patient, loving wife that I am (okay, just that I WISH that I were), I called Kevin to
He didn't know I hated them. Nearly 25 years of marriage and I have NEVER, not even once, eaten a PB&J sandwich and he has no clue! Probably hasn't even noticed that Alec is our only child who likes PB&J (probably because their demented mother ruined their lives by never making them a PB&J sandwich. Shouldn't that be a normal childhood staple? It's probably in a parenting handbook somewhere.).
And that, my friends, is why Kevin and I are never going on the Newlywed Show (that and the fact that after 25 years and 5 kids and 1 DIL we no longer count as newlyweds.)