Husband has a strange affinity for ju jubes. This scene takes place last night, I'm sprawled out on the upstairs couch studying for tommorrow's OSCE, when he wanders into the room carrying a bulk barn bag...
Husband: what colour
Me: orange, no green, maybe one of each.. just surprise me. (he passes me a handful) (me chomping on a red) ugh, fishies are WAY better
Husband: nope, swedish fish suck. Jubes are cheaper, and they're rubbery so you have to chew them more which means they last longer, and they're big, so you can only eat them one at a time, and..
Me: exactly, they're rubbery, do you have any idea how many filling I got?
Husband: that’s because you’re defective