I really want my husband to get into the tradition of making Indian Tacos for the Seahawks games, but he won't. I say, We should have Indian Tacos during the game! And then he's all like, Okay! And then we don't. It's rather disappointing. 
Here is a picture of him not making fry bread. Boo! :(
He also complained when I put my feet in his face complaining that he is trying to sleep. I assured him that I was only trying to be helpful, as I have heard that feet release chemicals that can help one fall soundly asleep. I think it may have indeed worked since he is now snoring. Who's the fool now, Christopher?
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