Menu and Wife

Chapter 27 of the love story begins tomorrow. Valentine's Day is our wedding anniversary.

And what's the deal? What is going on here?

Anytime I give Donna The Universal Sign of Feed Me Some Food, Woman (i.e., the pointed index finger poked repeatedly into my stomach), she says, "You want a banana sandwich?"


No, I do not want a banana sandwich.

Never, NOT ONCE IN TWENTY-SIX YEARS have I wanted a banana sandwich.

I will never want a banana sandwich.

Ain't gonna happen.

Banana sandwich.

What is she thinking?
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