Well Teresa has been acting kind of strange the last few days. Using my superb male logic I figured it out. We are pregnant. No not that kind everyone please calm down. In adoption we've learned the term paper pregnancy, anyway I decided that we were and that was the problem.
Sooooo a couple of nights ago when she went to bed I ran down to the kitchen and prepared.....
yes a bowl of ice cream with some dill pickles on top.
At least she was smiling and laughing. No she didn't take a bite, said it looked and smelled gross.
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