My Beloved and I are planning a trip that involves South Padre Island, a rented condo with an empty refrigerator and an extended stay.
Beloved: Do you think we should we bring condiments with us to Texas?
Me (serious tone hiding my snicker): What do we need condiments for? I’m menopausal.
Pause, pause, pause.
Beloved (disdainfully): I said “condiments,” not “condoms.”
Clearly, someone is not taking her ketchup and mustard needs seriously.