So last Saturday Kevin and I were hanging out at home when Kevin went to one of the neighborhood Italian places to pick up lunch. I asked for an order of penne pasta with tomato sauce. Off Kevin goes...and returns with an order of penne pasta with marinara sauce.
MARINARA sauce? I asked for TOMATO sauce. As everyone knows, tomato sauce is exactly what it sounds like -- sauce made from tomatoes. Marinara sauce, however, is totally different -- it's tomato sauce with additional stuff like garlic and basil! How could Kevin make such a horrible mistake? I felt like I wanted to cry.
Kevin asked me several times if he could take it back and get another one. "No," I grunted repeatedly. After trying unsuccessfully to pick out the garlic and basil, I ate about six pieces of pasta before I gave in to my desire and started bawling.
The funny thing is, I knew how ridiculous I was being -- I just couldn't help it! This was my first experience with the pregnancy hormones. I assume it won't be my last. Please bear with me!
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