Just wanted to give you a little glimpse into the life of 'I have the pleasure of dating Brooke.' The other day I sent Brad an email asking him to make me this white chicken chili. The email went something along the lines of this:
Dear Brad,
Please make this or I will cut you in your sleep.
Love you.
You know, just your standard love
Brad proceeds to go to the store the next day to buy ingredients for what I thought was this mouth watering chicken chili and I am out of my mind excited for it. We're talking salsa verde, white beans, chicken goodness here.
I might have even talked this chili up to multiple people throughout the day. I just couldn't contain my excitement. Side Note: I get easily and really emotionally tied to the prospect of good food. Sorry, not sorry.
Fast forward to that afternoon when I ask him how the chili is going... and he informs me that he decided to make a turkey chili instead of THE WHITE CHICKEN CHILI! Hold the phone.
Are you kidding me?!
I might have been just a smidgen disappointed...To the point I told him he might want to sleep with one eye open and then blasted him on multiple forms of social media, including but not limited to, Twitter and Snap Chat. He said I was slandering his good name and gave me multiple excuses as to why he went with the other chili...but ultimately, I was sad and I think this situation deserved shaming.
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And before you tell me to stop being irrational, they are both chili, what's the big deal? ... The big deal is they are completely different forms of chili and I had my heart set on the white chicken chili and the highlight of my day was gone forever. First World Problems.
Never mind the fact that the turkey chili he made was delicious, that is besides the point.
The point is... I still want the damn white chicken chili. He better make it for me next week.....OR ELSE.
<3 BB
