It’s winter here. 9.30pm Friday night. Had a long day. Two days actually. I’m in my pjs on the couch watching Jane the Virgin on Netflix.

My dog actually looks like this.

* Phone rings

Him: want anything from the supermarket? Anything nasty? (Meaning treats/junk food)

Me: No, I’m good.

*Pause

Me:Wait! Yes! I want something... Roll ups.

* I proceed to direct him to appropriate aisle, describing the box, it’s a kids’ sugary snack that was launched here back in the 1990s, when I was a kid, but we never had them.

Him: Okay, they look childish? And nasty?

Me: Yes.

Him: What the f..k is this sh.t?!

Me: I don’t know. I just want them.

Box: