Last night at the boyfriends "the boys" prepared our dinner. His son and my youngest.
By prepared dinner, I mean grudgingly cooked hot dogs and Kraft Dinner at 10pm. Asshat #2 also sliced up some Polish Sausage.
Asshat#2: Hey Mom, want some Polish Sausage?
Which he knows will never happen - I don't do carnivore so my only answer was a disgusted look.
Asshat#2: This Polish Sausage is good.
The Boyfriend: Oh, you like the Polish Sausage?
The boyfriend is part of a very big Polish family. Any guesses what polish sausage is code for amongst the men of that family?
And of course I was reminded of the "sext" he sent me last year at this time.
Him: Have you had dinner yet?
Me: No, have you?
Him: I've got some polish sausage for you.
It was even less sexy delivered by a robotic female voice, because get this - he had sent his oh so witty sext to my landline.
I came very close to shooting a Kraft Dinner noodle out of my nose last night.