Seriously, I really thought I knew her...everything about her
OK...not every single thing. To be honest I couldn't tell you the color of her eyes...but then that's OK with her 'cause I don't ever remember my kids eye color either! I know to answer hazel when confronted...I have a 50/50 chance
I found last night I was wrong...way wrong
She was heading out the door to teach some
yoga at church, I called to her and said...
"Oh wait Babe, do you want refried or black beans for dinner?"
"Black"...
"But we just had those the other day"...
"OK then pinto"...
"OK, but we have refried black beans too"....
"I really don't like refried beans"....
"But we have them all the time...we have for 15 years"...
"Babe, that's because you and the kids like refried beans, I don't"...
"But you always ate them when I made them"....
"Gotta go...make whatever you want"...
I thought I knew her...after all these years...what am I gonna do with all these refried beans...pinto and black....that I have?"