We both chose scissors.
So we went again.
We both chose scissors again.
And again.
And then both paper.
And both rock.
And both paper again.
Six. Times. In. A. Row.
I have no clue what this signifies about our marriage. It doesn't bode well for our ability to make big decisions quickly, but it should make choosing a restaurant easier.
Also, I unfroze a couple of cookies after lunch today, and it was magnificent.
Rob,
ReplyDeleteI can't believe you posted a clip from The Naked Gun. For that, Michelle wins.