Vanilla creamer.

Don't you love marriage? Having breakfast yesterday, Bob and I ordered coffee. He wanted the vanilla creamer, I did too. None of us wanted to give it up. So finally, the waitress, the peacemaker I should say, brought more to the table. I cannot get over how we can get caught on discussions over stupid little things, that could ruin our breakfast! It was a matter of 2 minutes of discomfort, but it shouldn't happened. We should know by now this shouldn't happened, well that's life. Don't you love marriage?