Me: [after cooking last night]: Here you go; dinner is served!
BF: This looks great, thank you; you’re so wonderful. [takes plate, sits down and starts eating]
Me: Wait, it needs a garnish. I forgot the garnish.
BF: Oh don’t worry about that; it’s fine. [starts to take bite]
Me: No, don’t eat it yet, I need to put the garnish on! Now where did I put the cilantro?
BF: It’s OK. Seriously. It looks beautiful.
Me: It will only take a second! [roots through veggie drawer looking for cilantro]
BF: Please, I’m starving. I haven’t eaten all day.
Me: BUT IF YOU DON’T HAVE THE GARNISH THE WHOLE MEAL WILL BE RUINED. I DON’T WANT TO SERVE A DISH WITH SLOPPY PRESENTATION.
BF: OK, we are seriously going to cut back on your Food Network viewing.
Me: HANG ON A SEC; I WANT TO ADD A CITRUS TWIST TO YOUR PLATE, TOO.
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Still here. Still without airbrushing. Still with teeth.
