It's Wednesday and you know what that means - It's Pickle Day!!!!
picky eater. I think I was really just trying to justify my love of McDonald's hamburgers despite the fact that they always automatically included a pickle, which I did not particularly care for. I figured I had to give that pickle a shot, but only if we happened to be at McDonald's on a Wednesday or Saturday.
Well, flash forward thirty years and of course my parents and any others in my life that know about "pickle days" have never let me live it down. I have actually developed a taste for pickles since then, but I have to be in a certain mood.
For example, last Wednesday Hottie Husband and I were eating lunch at a deli and my sandwich included a pickle on the side. He tried to insist that I had to eat the pickle since it was indeed Pickle Day. I tried to explain to him that eating a pickle on Pickle Day wasn't mandatory, but optional. It was just an opportunity to eat said pickle if I felt like it.
Then I went grocery shopping on Sunday and picked up a jar of pickles. On Monday I decided that I felt like eating a pickle. HH caught me in the act. "It's not Pickle Day!!!" he insisted. Well, yeah, but I felt like having a pickle.
HH just doesn't get it. I made the rules, I can break them, right?
Oh yeah, I also can't eat a grape unless a bell rings. Another long story...