Last night while making dinner for Hans and Gigi (after coming home from work of course) I asked Hans (who was milling around in the kitchen enjoying a cold beer beverage) if he would please go to the basement and get me the bag of mozzarella cheese in the freezer, as I needed it for his dinner that I was lovingly preparing -for him by the way, did I mention that part?
"Are you serious?" he asked.
What? Was I serious? In real-time I completely ignored this comment and gave him a look that implied yes, but now is retrospect I wonder why was this such an inconceivable a request? Keep in mind, I live in a raised ranch, there isn''t even a full staircase to go down? What a suck.
Anyway, let me get back to the point of my story.
After getting my, yes I am serious look, Hans thought for a moment and then a delighted look came across his face. "Oh, I can take this down there and then get the cheese too," he said as he took the six-pack that he just bought out of the fridge to bring down to the new mini-fridge we installed next to our upright freezer. The purpose of this mini-fridge was supposed to be for bulk items bought from BJs, ie extra soy milks, butter, cheese etc. However it seems to have turned into Hans' very own personal beer fridge.
Sorry, I digressed again.
Off ran Hans with his six-pack of Miller High Life to fill his little beer fridge and begrudgingly get my cheese. As he came back upstairs I heard the sigh of his new beer as he unscrewed the cap (and placed it on the counter NEXT to the trash can - FML). He turned to me with a big smile, I am sure he was about to tell me some video game news crap that he always shares with the preface of "I know you don't care, but guess what!". He was cheese-less.
"Where is the cheese?" I asked.
"Huh? Oh. Do you really need it?"
"Uh, ya."
Seriously!
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