Thursday night
Thursday I came home from class early. I took a shower and the POB was getting ready for bed.
Him: Are you going to eat anything.
Me: I should. I might just fry up some corn.
Him: Will you make me a grilled cheese.
Me: Can't. That's the pan I'm using for the corn. Besides I make a terrible grilled cheese. I always burn them.
Him: That's because you cook them too fast. Nevermind, I'll make it myself.
Me: Well...as long as you're making grilled cheese...
Him: silent
Me: I only want one. Will you bring upstairs for me.