We decided to order burritos for dinner. While we were looking at the menu, I described probably the largest burrito in the place to John, and he wanted that one. I tried to tell him it was huge, but he swore it was just like a sub.
He ended up being defeated by the burrito, because it was a stuffed footlong that weighed several pounds.
Right now we have the windows open enjoying the breeze and the much cooler weather, at 75F (23C), and I'm enjoying my first beer of the night while I laugh at my husband.