Love, blah blah blah

Him: Hi, here are the olives.
Me: Oh, thanks so much for bringing those.
Him: No problem. You've got nacho cheese on your shirt.
Me:Oh, umm.
Him: (stare)
Me:(stare)
Nacho Cheese: I'm exploding on the stove. Look at me! I'm exploding.

The conversation ended there because I had to start stirring the cheese again. We have now exchanged what my roommate calls, "a handful of words."

In other news, I have the relationship maturity of a twelve-year-old.