I don’t eat red meat. And I certainly don’t touch red meat.
I do eat chicken, but still have a hard time handling it before it’s been cooked.
Which is how this neat little deal was put together…
The other morning, I made the Pretend Husband a roast beef sandwich for lunch. He was pleasantly shocked that I had and said, “Were you grossed out touching the roast beef?” I said yes, which led to a discussion of how I don’t mind cooking dinner, but I do get very squeamish about touching raw meat.
But the PH loooooves red meat, especially steak. So, he struck a deal, using leverage that I think he knew would definitely work on me.
“If you make me a steak dinner every night for a month, I’ll impregnate you.” Ha ha, we laughed it off and moved on because we've agreed that the whole having sex for anything other than pleasure will not happen until next year (although I’m thinking spring-ish of next year, while I think the PH is looking forward to some post-Thanksgiving fun…)
Anyway, I called the PH this morning and said, “You remember our deal? It’s on.”
Suddenly, the PH isn’t such a big fan of steak.
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