]smirk[ on Nostr: The wife is telling me about some hot butter pickles from the Amish. Me: Where's ...

The wife is telling me about some hot butter pickles from the Amish.
Me: Where's mine?
Her: There's a bunch of pickles in the fridge already. Help me pound through those and we'll talk.
Me: There's only one pickle pounder in this house!
Her: [pissed off giggle]
Me: [full belly laugh yeah the whole neighborhood knows I win]