Love is a strong word

Jello. My husband learned how to make jello in August. I thought this was a very exciting thing for him. When we passed the jello display at the grocery store his eyes lit right up and he stood there with a dreamy look on his face for three mintues while he picked out his favorite jiggly raspberry treat. He studied the package directions, boiled the water just so, dissolved what needed to be dissolved and added the cold ingredient. He picked a dish to let it set in upon my advice and found space for it in the fridge. We went out, he talked about the setting jello, we came home, and he ate it with ice cream. He was very happy and proud of his accomplishment.

Much to my suprise, when I was relating this cute little story to B-Happy, he heard me, and exclaimed "I don't love jello!". What? You don't love that jiggly gelatin you slaved over for mintues? He competly fooled me. The looks, the learning, the perciseness, that was all part of the jello feat meant nothing to you? Hmmm... he corrected me and said that he "likes" jello. Likes jello, I still think you love it BTW.

The same thing happend to me though. I was accused of having a favorite that is not a favorite. This one time I happened to mention my apperciation of the Slave Lake, Alberta Boston Pizza restaurant. I did not make it clear enough that I only enjoy BPs in the great white north and in no other place unless extenuating circumstances exist. Up in SL BPs is a classic. It is the only large chain restaurant within a 300km radius, so you can imagine what a newly opened franchise in such a location when I was in highschool meant (pretty much the world).

I related this opinion to Husband, or at least part of it and this is what happened. We get together whith his family and Dan tells them all that I LOVE BPs, that I just Love it! I exclaim, "No, I don't love Boston Pizza!". Dan is a litle flustered and confused and then futher clarification came. Dan may still think that I actually love every Boston Pizza in the whole world, but I don't.

We undrstand eachothers favorites much better now. For instance, I know that Dan loves milk, vanilla things, cheese, his mom's spaghetti, and juice. Dan know's that I love dark chocolate, homemade cookies, nutella, Bunny's cooking, and beans. These are safe things we can tell others about. The other things, well, we try not to make them too public.