Italian Irony

Dear Interweb,

Remember when I wrote the following: "How am I supposed to go back to Subway after this and pretend their meatball sub is even marginally edible?" Well, a few days later, my wife asks our monkeys, "Where do you want to eat? We'll go anywhere you want. " They shout, yes shout, "Sub-waaaaay!" Then they start hopping around, pumping their fists, and chanting "Sub-way, Sub-way, Sub-way!"

They don't read my blog. How did they know? And then my wife smirked that smirk, the one that really wants to be a big smile. In her mind's eye, she was pointing at me and laughing, but in the real world she was smirking . She's such a nice girl.