There’s only one option when it comes to washing down an ooey-gooey chocolatey dessert … a tall glass of cold milk. And not only does my boyfriend agree, he’s considerate enough to have a glass waiting for me at the table … a glass to share, that is.
Me (walking into the dining room with said ooey-gooey chocolately dessert in hand): Is that milk for me?
Nick: It’s for us. It’s 2% … 1% for you and 1% for me.
He’s quite good at thinking on his feet. Just one of the many reasons I love him.
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