Tall Tara

Sometimes my husband gets a little carried away with making up abbreviations for things. He still insists that he coined FoCo for Fort Collins years before others started saying it.

I’m not sure why he likes it so much,  but if he can make a word shorter, he will.

The other night, our dinner got completely out of hand. It all started when he asked what else we should eat with his green chili stew.

Digging around in the refrigerator, he proclaimed, “I’ll finish off these torts.”

(Short for tortillas.)

Next, he suggested we “make some burritz”.

(Short for burritos.)

Not a picture of my husband's pork green chili. But it is a picture of his famous pork pockets. Or pork vaginas. Whatever you want to call them.

I offer to help prepare dinner, as I always do. He tells me that there’s not much to do and that he’s “just going to cut the cilant.”

(Short for cilantro.)

He’s definitely stepping up his game with this one. Way to save yourself a syllable’s worth of work dude. I’m laughing to myself at this point and just hoping that he can throw one more out. Four in a row…was it possible?

We eat a delicious dinner and then, when we’re full and happy, I get up to clear the table. He motions for my plate and offers to finish what  I haven’t.

“Let me help with that resid.”

Excuse me?

(Short for residual.)

As in the rest of the burrito on my plate.

Good one darling. Way to knock it out of the par.