We are in Our 17th Year of Marraige and We are Still Learning things about Each Other

Destry and I were talking about what to have for dinner and he mentioned that a BLT sounded good. He also mentioned that he didn't like the olive oil mayo that we had in the fridge and that he preferred Miracle Whip. I was incredulous at this declaration! I had grown up on Miracle Whip and I saw that his mom had mayo at her house and for some reason or another I had had a conversation with his sister, JuNette, who said that she did not like Miracle Whip at all. I assumed that he came from a mayo family so that is what I have been buying for the past 17 years. Honestly, I don't love either of them and I prefer mayo if I am making certain salads like potato or broccoli, so that is what I keep on hand. He thought that I must have come from mayo-loving stock and just used it on the rare occasions that he ate a sandwich. Who knew? I really was dumb-founded by this recent revelation. He is not one to keep his food preferences to himself and I could not believe he had kept this a secret all this time. Well, I had to go to the store to get some popsicles for Estelle to take to school tomorrow and you can be sure I also purchased my first jar of Miracle Whip in 17 years.

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