Mr. Foxy and I were having a lazy Saturday morning drinking coffee and hanging out in the living room when I got an email with the subject line, “You Can’t Resist a Chocolate Chubbie…”
I choked on my coffee and then looked over both of my shoulders to see if anyone was watching me open what could possibly be porn. (Because OF COURSE I OPENED IT.)
Me: “Uhhhh, that’s an unfortunate name.”
Husband: “What are you talking about?”
Me: “Look at the name of this cookie: Chocolate Chubbie.”
Husband: “Huh? I don’t get it.”
Me: “A chocolate chubbie? Don’t you know what a ‘chubbie’ is?”
Husband: “Me? A joint?”
Me: “A boner.”
Husband: “Huh. I’ve never heard of that before.”
Me: “Really? How have you not heard of that? Here, let me show you. I’ll google it.”
Me: “See? It’s the second search result. So it must be true.”
Husband (still not convinced): “Hmmmm…”
Me: “LOOK. It’s in Urban Dictionary. So it must be true. Read it.”
Husband: “Did you submit that sentence?”
Me: “No, but I could have. I still can’t believe that you didn’t know ‘chubbie.’ I can’t believe that I’m more hip to the lingo than you are.”
Husband: “Your word choice just now contradicts you.”
Me (looking at cookies again): “Huh. That doesn’t look like either type of chubbie. That just looks like a pile of crap.”
Husband: “You really are a 12-year-old boy.”
Me: “You married me.”
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HAHAHAH…I’m gonna have to quiz hubs and see if he knows what a chubbie is.
By the way, tell your husband that if it were a joint, it would have been a FATTY not a chubbie.
Did your husband know? Yes, Joint = Fatty. I think I read that somewhere once… 😉
hahaha if you made those and added a ton of flaxseed? Those could totally fall under my “Poo Poo Cookies” category, which my husband calls anything I add a ton of fiber too. It’s true, my last blog entry before today’s is literally called ‘Poo Poo Panckes” and incidentally, they contain flaxseed meal from one of your blog sponsor’s Bob’s Red Mill. StRaNge coincidence!
I love it! I’m totally going to make those. My daughter Erin will love them and laugh. My son Colin will probably stare at me and then walk away without saying a word (or eating a cookie). Now I’m off to read about poo poo pancakes.
I’m with you on this. How did he not know what a chubbie is?
Have I mentioned how much I love that you read my revamped posts and pretend like it’s the first time you’ve read them?! I love you.
So from the end of the conversation, it looks like those are yet another type of chubby you won’t want to put in your mouth. Hey oh!!!!!!
ZING!!!! (And yes.)
It’s always nice to know I’m not the only one who has an inner 12 yr old boy. Three years ago, I had no idea the Urban Dictionary existed. Now I consult it more often than I like to admit.
I use that damn thing more than the real dictionary. Of course, many times it’s just to help me translate the things the kids are saying these days. *puts on more Ben Gay*
I resent wholeheartedly the implication that we are boys. I have decided that some of us women just run on that frequency (yeah, awesome!). I shared a recipe on Facebook for eggnog, and I had to talk about beating things until they were stiff (giggle.) My friends were not taking the bait, and it was everything I could do to restrain myself. I shared the story with my husband, got out one “beat them until they are stiff” and he snorted. And that’s why we’ve been together for 18 years…
We do run on the awesome frequency. For sure.
I set people up for “That’s what she said.” all of the time and am sorely disappointed when they don’t take the bait. Fortunately, my husband never misses a beat either. 😉
Oh, and I so knew what a chubbie is. Who doesn’t?!
Sadly mine listens to Stern and some of the stuff he regurgitates amazes me.. others stuff is plain gross. Yours hubs last remark is hysterical….
And how does he not know that Urban Dictionary is the authority here? Someday I’ll tell you about the time that Momus Googled Helen Keller Pants in front of his 7 year old. Oops!
I want to make those just so I can walk around with a platter of them trying to offer people Chocolate Chubbies with a straight face.
I’m already famous for the Orgasmic Cookie (so named for the indecent noises of pleasure my friends made while eating the first test batch) so maybe I just need to go ahead with an all-out racy cookie sampler for the holidays.
I hear the chocolate chubbies are bigger than the vanilla ones, but I’ve been told that’s just a myth.
I can’t believe your Husband didn’t recognise the word chubbie as a euphemism… As an Englishman you may tell him from me, that it is in fact a genuinely acceptable word for Boner. Or Hard-on. Or Pocket Rocket. Or Woody. Or Stiffy. Or Throbber. Or …. ahem. Sorry.
We call those doo doo balls!
Awesome!!! Your husbands 12 year old boy comment and your you married me comment are priceless. Love reading your posts. Thanks for the laughs!!!’