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Tonight, SO and I are laying around watching TV (House isn't on because of baseball playoffs - Doh!) and he asks if I would like a martini. He only has really sweet martini mixes, so although I said yes (of course), I mentioned that I would bring over my vermouth and olives and teach him how to make me a dirty martini. After a slew of "dirty" martini jokes, he got a sudden bright idea and a huge smile on his face. I said, "What is it baby?"
"I can make you a dirty martini! I have olive oil!"
I just died laughing and rolled onto the floor in a fit of giggles. It was really cute though and how sweet of him to want to!
It wasn't until I started laughing that he realized it was olive JUICE, not oil, that makes it dirty.
"I can make you a dirty martini! I have olive oil!"
I just died laughing and rolled onto the floor in a fit of giggles. It was really cute though and how sweet of him to want to!
It wasn't until I started laughing that he realized it was olive JUICE, not oil, that makes it dirty.