i'm gonna go out on a limb and say "of 2012" because if there is another great salsa fight, someone is getting punched. just sayin'.
i'm also gonna tell you all before you read this that i love lisa. so much. but she is a pain in my ass. as i am to hers. we fight. but it's a healthy fight. we make up and talk about it and hopefully there won't be a next fight about the same thing. people fight. get over it. ;)
so here goes....
last week i texted lisa about wanting nachos for dinner. it went something like this....
simple enough huh? get meat, salsa, cheese and chips. k. so i got those things and went home. lisa had gotten home before me. i placed the bags down on the table...
l: i can't make nachos with that salsa. i guess i'm not eating. that's the wrong salsa.
m: why is it the wrong salsa?
l: cause it's not the right one.
m: yes. i understand it's not the right one. why is it the wrong one?
l: that's not the one i get.
m: i didn't realize you got the same one everytime. i didn't notice.
l: what else is new? after living together for so long you'd think you know what kind of salsa i like.
m: well i got the mild cause i know you don't like spicy stuff and i got the bigger jar so we'd have more.
l: how can you screw up salsa? how many kinds of salsa are there anyway?
m: THERE ARE HUNDREDS OF DIFFERENT KINDS OF SALSA! HAVEN'T YOU BEEN DOWN THE SALSA AISLE????!
l: THE SALSA AISLE? YOU GET THE SALSA FROM THE CHIP AISLE. THERE IS ONE KIND OF SALSA IN THE CHIP AISLE.
m: i can't believe we are fighting over a f'ing jar of salsa!!!!!!!!!!
l: i should have just done it myself. now i know. i don't know why i haven't learned yet.
m: i know. i'm good for nothing. i don't do anything right. you're right.
at this point lisa came up to me and hugged me and apologized for being an ass. we then joked about the salsa all night long. right at bed time i turned to her and said....
m: seriously, why is it the wrong salsa? what don't you like about it?
get ready for it....
l: i don't know. i've never even had that salsa.
m: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME????? I'M GOING TO PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE NOW!
so there. we fight. just like everyone else. then we get over it and laugh for hours and then one of us says something ridiculous.
now i know this fight seems a bit one-sided. but let's remember, i'm the one telling the story. i'm sure lisa would tell it differently. {also, i'm always in the right. ;)}
so, do you always get the same salsa or do you mix it up? and where do you purchase your salsa from? the chip aisle or the salsa aisle?
