Marriage at McDonald's

The synonym for marriage is compromise. Compromising to the diet that is...it goes a little something like this:

Me: I'm sad...
Him: Really? Why? What is it honey?
Me: I know we ate dinner already not too long ago, but I really want McDonald's
Him: Ok, honey, we can go get some
Me: Are you sure you really want it?
Him: Yea
Me: Ok, because if you don't want it, I don't have to have it
Him: No, I want some too
Me: Yea I know, we haven't been there in a while...maybe we can just go once a month?
Him: Sure, darling

Witness how I'm feeling guilty and trying to make him stop me but at the same time, I'm excited that he didn't object and go, BUT YOU JUST ATE! After a Big Mac meal with salty fries and a Coke, ok well chicken nuggets too...of course, I felt guilty. But we can't keep beating ourselves up over one greasy double cheeseburger, now can we? As long as you don't eat it every single day!

Note of warning: if you're going to mindlessly rake your lawn on a WINDY day, no less...wear gloves people. Don't be like me and get a small mound to grow on your hand, which burns. :( Good night!