Aunty Acid by Ged Backland for May 02, 2024

I’m having this problem while I’m single already

It’s interesting that hubby and I don’t have that problem.

It’s called the “Golden Rule” he who has the gold gets to choose where they eat.

This reminds me that our anniversary is at the end of this month. We probably should have started talking about where to eat a few months ago.

Love? Just grab a cup of Oodles of Noodles and get back to roving err loving.

What’s going on with the crotch of his pants? Kinda looks a bit excited……he’s giving something the thumbs up too…….Aunty-Aunty.

Husband will eat anywhere, anytime so I make the decision. Dementia means he will forget on the way home.

“Right here!”

“Out there!”

I miss being half a couple.

. . .where to squeeze the toothpaste tube, how to position the toilet paper, how to load the dishwasher, etc., etc., etc. . . .you know, the (un)IMPORTANT stuff that stops the world from turning round. . .

Saw a restaurant called “I Don’t Care”

And what to watch on the telly.

You say and I will pay….scenario!!!

Does it make it any easier if just tolerate each other?

Judging by the size of his belly, I can think of something else that is darn near impossible.

In the realm of things that even a couple in love might disagree over, I think my wife and I would put this one pretty low on the list.

Nah, that’s easy. Birthday person always gets to choose for their special day. Other than that, just keep track (even better, make a note on the calendar) of who picked the place last time, & take turns choosing.

I used to know a woman who was so picky, she would not even eat Her Own Cooking.

Literally. She once showed up at a potluck and asked someone else to taste what she brought to see if it was OK because she Hated that dish with a passion.