Last night B and I went out for dinner, school supply shopping and a movie. Hot date action, right? We went to Zaxby’s because I was craving their chicken fingers. And B took his own condiment with him. Honey. In a honey bear. He loves honey on his chicken.
I know. Weird, right? I mean, I am married to that guy who carried a honey bear into a restaurant.
Though, now that I think about it, this is probably no worse than when my parents would have to drive through and get my sister and I hamburgers before going to their favorite Chinese restaurant. But I digress.
We’re talking chicken fingers. And honey bears. Which naturally led to this conversation:
B: I love me some honey on my chicken. Go little honey bear!
Me: You know what would be awesome? If instead of a honey bear, it was a honey badger full of honey.
B: I wouldn’t give a shit.
And this is what I love about my husband. He pretends he’s not a geek, but then he says stuff like this. Totally a geek. And a hot one, too.
I remember when u could get honey with ur chicken mcnuggets at mcdonalds forever ago. I all chx places would provide honey.
Honey badger don’t care! Look at him!
Ah, I said that for several days before being forced to show the video to the fam. It was fun while it lasted!
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BWAHAHAHAHA! Your hubby rocks.
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