touche.

Long story short - I needed more Tums. I've already downed one of those giant Costco tubs (if you are pregnant, or you know someone that is, heartburn = hell). So we went to the store to get a small pack to hold me until I could get to Costco for another giant tub. I immediately grabbed the smallest generic brand pack. Mr. Aller of course goes...

D: "What are you doing?"
Me: "What?"
D: "Don't get the generic. Please." (Common disagreement among us)
Me: "Why does it matter? You're not eating them."
D: "Here - just get these." (Pulls out Tums which are twice the price).
Me: "I still don't get....."
D: (Interrupting) "OOHHHH! Tums Smoothies! Get these! Get these!"
Me: "Babe - these have the exact same ingredients. Marketing at its best. And you've fallen for it."
D: "I don't care - we're getting them, and you'll love them"
Me: yeah, as much as anyone can love Tums. So sick of Tums.....

So we get in the car, and I open my fancy pack of Tums and pop one into my mouth. Can I just say heaven? It was DE.LIC.IOUS. D tried one and started laughing. All I could surrender was a "touche". I guess now we'll have to take out a second mortgage in order to pay for my addiction to extravagant Tums Smoothies.