Same Old Same Old

I excitedly approached my husband in the kitchen as he mashed the hamburger meat. "Check this out!"

I opened the freezer and extracted Ore Ida's "Fast Food French Fries."

"Look! Aren't these cool?" I did the cool french fry dance.

He let loose and exasperated sigh. "Those aren't the kind I like. Why can't you just get the steak fries like I like?"

"I was just trying to do something new. . . and fun. Why do you always have to have the same old thing?"

"Because I LIKE the same old thing!"

And then, as if on cue, my five year old bursts into song: "Its the same old story, same old song and dance. . . "

You can't make this stuff up.