Tonight while Lady Nottaguy-TYG was making supper, she asked me if I would like baked or mashed potatoes. I told her mashed. When I finished the page that I was reading online, I walked into the kitchen to see if she wanted any help peeling potatoes. She looked at me and said "This is the last potato." At least I asked.
I have found that the thought does not always count.
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Ya know, you have the same kind of timing my husband does. Hmmm. . . I think it's in the DNA. :) LOL
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