Smug Marrieds: Pumpkin [Pig] Pie

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I make a pumpkin pie every year for Thanksgiving and, every year, I end up eating most of it. This is because Blair doesn't have much of a sweet tooth. In an effort to keep the calorie count down this year, I asked about maybe not making the pie. 

"We have to have the pie!" said Blair. 

"But you only eat one tiny little piece," I said. "I'm the one who eats it. I'd rather just not make it and not be tempted."

"I will eat the majority of the pie this year," said Blair. "I swear. My pie. All mine." 

"Fine," I said, pulling out the ingredients. "Just remember you promised." 

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And so the hypochondria begins...

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It's 5 weeks until my marathon which means the hypochondria has officially set in. I can't have all this training go to waste by picking up a flu bug, so be forewarned that if you so much as sniffle or cough around me during the next 5 weeks, I will have no choice but to douse the both of us with Lysol while I freebase Vitamin C. 
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Smug Marrieds: The Spaghettios Story

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For today's blog, I thought I'd replay a 17-year-old ongoing "discussion" that Blair and I have going and that popped up again this weekend. It revolves around Spaghettios. 

Blair enjoys the occasional can or two of Spaghettios. I have no problem with this. While I've outgrown the taste myself, I remember how much I loved Spaghettios with hotdogs (NOT meatballs - ick, blech!!) as a kid. What I question is the way he prepares them. 

Spaghettios are pre-cooked so all you have to do is heat them up. Which Blair does. Then he leaves them to cool on a plate on the kitchen counter until they return to room temperature. 

"If you like them cold, why not just eat them out of the can?" I ask. 

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