Today is Christmas, and we have no plans to spend it with anyone else. Plus, Jared has been sick (read: a big baby) so we decided not to go anywhere. We did want some breakfast, so we were leaving to go to Waffle House. I was putting Sheila in her cage (since she can no longer be trusted out of it...she ate Christmas last week). Here's the conversation:
Me to Sheila: get in your cage. Good girl, Sheila.
Jared: who are you talking to?
Me: the dog
Jared: but "good" and "Sheila" don't go together. Much like "Mehgan" and "diet".
Me: ....
Jared: what? It's not meant to be an insult!
Then he went on to say how he does think I'm attractive, I don't need to diet, etc.
Foot. Meet mouth.
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