Yesterday my roommate was in the kitchen cooking. Yes, actual cooking. Not my version of cooking which extends to reheating Spaghetti Mama's leftovers and putting a slice of Schmidt's chocolate cake on a plate (rather than eating it straight off the platter).
Anyway, roommate is cooking and calls to me, "Kim, do you like mushrooms?"
Heh. Do I like mushrooms?
I called back, "Gretch, I would rather cut off my own face than eat a stupid, barfy mushroom."
As she continued cooking, I could've sworn I heard "As long as you're not going to be dramatic about it," but she denies saying anything.