Of Frozen Coke and Nazis…
Hubs decided that we needed frozen cokes (or as we call it in our household, "froke"). Needless to say, there was much whining, tussling, thumb wrestling and various threats to both of our tenderest bits as we tried to foist the task of driving to the store onto the other person. In good time, we resolved it like the grown ups we are by playing Rock Paper Scissors. Which I lost.