toasted?

so for some reason this week i have been finding out little things about sean that i had no idea about previously. for instance..


i have found out, that sean doesn't like cheddar and sour cream ruffles. um, WHAT. who doesn't like those? ughh. i hate when people don't like the same things that i like. it's complicating, and makes it really hard to buy chips.


it's like when you have seen a movie, and then you go see it again with people who haven't seen it. i hate when i am worried the whole time if they are having a good time. i have to look at their faces to see if they are laughing. and if they hate it, i am mad at myself. because it is totally my fault that they didn't like the movie even though it really isn't. anyway, back to the chips.


sean says, "i don't hate them, they are just not my favorite."


well freaking make them your favorite! this happened because i was offering him some that i had at work the other day. i had a huge family size bag. when he said he didn't prefer them, i got bugged.


well sean, i was offering you the only kind i had. it's not like i was giving you freaking options here. sorry my cheddar and sour cream chips aren't good enough for you. sorry i didn't have your boring classic lays laying around. so picky. oh and thanks for letting me know that you didn't like them. cuz i kept on buying them. and now i know i am the only one who finished the bag. it made me feel better thinking it was both of us.


epilogue to this part of the story:


i may have finished off the bag by myself. but it is his fault.


also, someone brought bagels to work the other day. sean and i work for the same company, just in different buildings. sean was eating one and said he wasn't sure what kind he was eating. i took a bite of it and it was sun-dried tomoato. with strawberry frosting. sean LOATHES tomatoes. i love them. i told him it was tomato and he got this disgusted look on his face and didn't believe me. he didn't want to eat it anymore. i finally told him i was joking and it was blueberry and he believed me even though the "blueberries" were red. he continued to eat the sun-dried tomato bagel with cream cheese.


later, i discovered that we had pumpkin bagels as well. and there was also pumpkin cream cheese frosting. mmmm. i told him this and he told me to save him one and he would come over from his office later to get it. he came over and i went in the kitchen with him to help prepare the bagel. since i'm such a good housewife and all. anyway, i was going to put the bagel in the toaster for him but couldn't because he practically peed his panties when he saw me do this. (p.s. i hate the word panties. i hate when guys call them panties and think that's what we like them to be called.)


sean does not like his bagels toasted. who the crap have i married? i feel like i don't even know him? aren't these the kind of things i should have known before we got married? and if i would have known these things, would i have still married him?


ughh. why can't you just change for me and like things that i like? like toasted bagels sean! and like cheddar and sour cream ruffles! and you better stop flossing your teeth, and start eating rice krispy treats with me. also, like sleeping in more! and please start enjoying how i met your mother and arrested development. you are killin' me smalls. killin' me.


i'm not backing down on these things sean. i know they said to "cooperate" and "make things work" or "don't sweat the small stuff" or "ignore the petty things" or whatever but that is effing bologne.


on a sidenote: if you don't like ruffles cheddar and sour cream chips, or toasted bagels, please don't tell me. i'd rather not know. i like to live in denial about all most everything. as far as i am concerned everyone loves diet dr. pepper just as much as i do. everyone still sleeps with their baby blanket, and everyone sometimes sleeps for 15 hours on saturdays. and everyone likes the office. and everyone sucks at grammar and spelling. and everyone would rather sit on the couch and watch tv over cleaning. and everyone hates homework and tyler perry and hangnails and nickelback and walnuts and pickles and being an adultish type person. everyone. EVERYONE. right?


"Do I need to be liked? Absolutely not. I like to be liked. I enjoy being liked. I have to be liked. But it's not like this compulsive need to be liked, like my need to be praised. "

-Michael Scott