husband: Doesn't ice cream sound good right now?
me: (Silence. I know what's coming.)
husband: Should I go get some?
me: Sure. (Here it comes...)
husband: Ohhh, I'm SO tired. Do you want to go get some?
me: No thanks. I'm tired. It's late.
husband: Oh. Yeah. Right, right. I'll go. (Silence. No movement on his end of the couch.) Man, it was such a stressful day. I'm totally feeling it in my back. It's KILLING me...
me: Fine. I'll go.
husband: Really? Ok, but only if you want to.
me: Remember when we we're first married and you never let me go anywhere at night because you were terrified something horrible might happen to me?
husband: Yeah... Vanilla Heathbar sounds good to me.
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