And when the wife drags me into it, then it's definitely amplifying. The other day I ate a strawberry dipped in peanut butter. I know what you're thinking...it should taste like strawberry jam and peanut butter. No, no it does not. It tasted like gross. I asked the wife at what point did her mind go from being rational and thinking that something would taste gross, to thinking hey those foods would taste fantastic together?? I just don't get it. Her current sandwich addiction looks gross to me. It consists of two pieces of toast, mayo, mustard, real cheddar cheese, tomatoes, cucumbers, and lettuce. It is a sopping mess like those Carls Jr's commercials. Only the Carls Jr's burgers look really good. Mmmmmm. Whoops, sorry. Got a little carried away there. Where was I? Oh yeah, I was dreading the food messes that we are headed for. I never thought the wife would become a stereotypical pregnant woman but I was apparently wrong. I'm dreading what other foods she can possibly add peanut butter to. I'm sure she isn't finished with these concoctions.
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