So this is why, even with irritations, I love my spouse.
First, a tiny bit of history: “Pho” is in the name of almost every Vietnamese restaurant I’ve ever encountered. The last time we had Vietnamese, Brad looked it up. “Pho” is pronounced “Fu” (soft “u” like in the word “truck”).
Anyway, here’s the conversation we had Friday via text message:
Me: So I don’t remember the name of the Vietnamese restaurant you came up with last weekend, but I just thot of a better one.
Me: Wait for it.
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Me: Pho Q
Me: Bam!
Brad: Oh man! The one I came up with was What the Pho. Oh yeahhhh…
