"Are you hungry?"
"Yeah."
"What do you want to do about dinner?"
"I dunno."
"Well, I need to get some things from the grocery store anyhow, we could pick something up there."
"Sounds good."
Later, at the grocery store...
"So, what do you want to eat?"
"I dunno."
"We could buy eggs and have omelets."
"Yay, omelets!" (runs off to fetch red peppers)
Later, at Jon's apartment...
Jule Ann is in the kitchen cracking, chopping, whisking, and cooking. Jon sits down to watch American Idol.
"I hope it's okay that I don't really know how to make proper omelets. I always cheat and just make scrambled eggs, then let them congeal into a patty at the end. I like them better that way anyhow. I don't particularly like proper omelets."
"Really? Then why did you agree to having omelets for dinner?"
"Because I secretly knew that you would sit down and watch American Idol, so I could make them however I wanted."
"You know, I think this is the first proper meal I have made in my new apartment."
"I'm going to have to disagree with your definition of 'proper meal'. And 'I'."
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I bought one of those little plastic microwave omelet pans, into which I pour Egg Beater's and nuke it. Use the other half of the pan for sausage patties. Throw on toasted bagel with slice of cheese and ketchup. Ta da, breakfast!
I love being a fly on the wall with you and Jon, you're like The Truman Show but funny instead of tragically sad. Except I'm not very good at being a fly on the wall. The lack of flying and actually being on the wall and observing without talking. Maybe this is the best medium for this kind of observation!
i totally fell for your wily tricks.
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