Thanks for all the comments, guys.
I'm glad you all find it funny.

And now I have an update, 'cause my best friend wants one.
It's lame, 'cause I'm feeling sickish.

blenders hurt;


FLS@!#@M$#%@OE

Pregnancy was a terrible and evil thing. It was too bad that Torin hadn’t realized this sooner. It would have saved him a lot headaches and concussions. It also would have saved him from having to figure out a million ways to give her cucumbers.

Yes, cucumbers. Tammy had been craving cucumbers for months now, ever since she started to show. Though it seemed that even her craving food didn’t make her happy half the time.

By now he was used to the sound of a plate breaking. So it was no surprise when she practically threw the plate of cucumber sandwiches he had just gave her to the floor. “I don’t want that, Torin! It has cucumbers on it! It’s GREEN! Do you bloody well want to make me sick?!” But then oh, she had been ill earlier anyway because of the morning sickness. And she would be again later too naturally. It was all his fault; he was the one that got her in this state. He was the one that made her a fat, emotional cow.

“I thought that you wanted cucumbers.” By now he didn’t even react when she ruined plates. The way he saw it now, at least she wasn’t aiming them at his head. Or at least she wasn’t this time.

“I wanted a cucumber cake. And you didn’t make me one. You’ve made me one before, so you can make me one again.”

“But it made you violently ill.”

“Doesn’t matter. Not like I won’t throw it up anyway.” And all because of him. Tyvm, hubby. Tyvm.

“But it does matter.”

“Doesn’t.”

“Does.”

“DOESN’T.”

“DOES.”

“Oh, shut up already!”

And with that, she picked up the blender that was on the counter by her, and whipped it at his head making him fall to the floor.

“Er, Princess...?”

Hmm. It probably wasn’t a good idea to hit your husband in the head with a kitchen appliance.