These are the text messages I received from my wife Rachelle the other day:<\/p>\n
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Rachelle: Oh.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Well, I didn’t realize you felt that way about Keto Pizza Night.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Just a 5 out of 10, eh?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Oh. More like a high 4 out of 10. I see.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: It’s been so brave of you to stoically endure like that, especially when you’re not even on the Keto diet!<\/p>\n
Rachelle: It would be awful to have a homemade pizza created for you each week.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: I can’t even imagine.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Yes, it’s true.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: You really would do anything for your family.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Such courage.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: You know what else you could do for you family?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: No, this isn’t about getting a job.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: I know how debilitating your allergies can be.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Yes, it must be like having Face Fibromyalgia!<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Poor Pickle and his FF.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: You should make a Facebook meme about this condition! Spread the word! Complain!<\/p>\n
Rachelle: I’m sorry, I meant share information, not complain.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: But look, what I’m preposing is this: Instead of me doing Keto Pizza Night for everybody each Tuesday night, maybe you could make something instead?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: What do you mean you have to think about it?<\/p>\n
Rachelle: No, I think you should get back to me now.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: No.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: No ketchup based soups.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Because it’s disgusting.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Look, all you have to do is BBQ a steak and pour some salad from a bag onto a plate.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: I believe in you, Pickle.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: I believe you have what it takes to become Master of Fire.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: That’s why I married you. I knew you would one day become Master of Fire.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Sure, I guess it was like a prophecy.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Oh! I found your glasses, by the way!<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Jones had put them, very delicately, in the middle of a stack of towels in the linen closet.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: There is a Spiderman sticker on the left lens.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: No, I didn’t take it off.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: I thought it looked sweet.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Nothing can stop you now. You are the Master of Fire. You’ll figure out how to remove the sticker.<\/p>\n
Rachelle: Okay, I have to go now, it’s time for my power skating\/massage session with Pierre! Should be back around 7:00! xo<\/p>\n
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