Last night…
Gordon: Beer?
Me, thinking of carbs: No, I’ll just have some Boone’s Farm. :thinking: An inch or two of sangria can’t hurt me…
Gordon, bringing me a huge cut of foaming sangria-colored liquid: I mixed you a drink!
Me: Thanks! What’s in it?
Gordon: Boone’s Farm and Sprite.
Me: I can’t drink Sprite.
Gordon: It won’t kill you.
Me: It has 38 grams of sugar in it.
Gordon, putting his hand to his chest dramatically: Gasp!
This morning:
Gordon, referring to an herbal oolong supplement I bought on a whim: How’s that dietary thing going for you?
Me: It’s very hard to counteract 38 g of sugar…
Gordon: Oh come off it. I mixed you a yummy drink. besides, you can’t drink Boone’s Farm straight out of the bottle, uncut. What are you, a savage?
