A phone call from Martin yesterday:
Martin: I'm going to stop by the grocery store; do you need me to pick anything up?
Me: Yeah, could you get some dill pickles please.
a few hours later...
Martin: You have to look in the fridge and see what a good husband I am.
Me: Why, what's in there.
Martin: Three kinds of dill pickles! I got to the store and I saw all the different choices and I was going to text you, but then I thought....I can handle this.
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