Dp had fish and chips tuesday night, and it was horrid. He went out for food with his work buddies last night and same story, he didn't like it, although he normally really enjoys his food. I had been busy with ds's birthday and am 36wks pregnant, but at 9o'clock when it was all over and we were snuggled up on the couch I was feeling guilty about abandoning the kitchen and wanted to cheer him up so I whispered in his ear "It's stew tomorrow" because that's his favourite.
Well, he nearly fainted, jumped straight up in the air and kept saying "it can't be, it can't be I'm not ready"
Turns out he thought I was telling him "it's DUE tomorrow" PMSL.