Storytime, Jessica style

11:30 PM, as I settle down on the couch next to my fiancé (who is watching a TV show I'm not, which tends to mean that I interrupt him a lot to tell stories about my day that I'm sure he's going to find fascinating) with a bedtime bowl of cereal, which on this particular night is a bowl of bran flakes to which I've added a scoop of powdered chocolate peanut butter and then smothered in vanilla almond milk:

Me, after tasting a spoonful of my concoction:  Hey, can I tell you a story?

My fiancé sighs and pauses the TV and turns to me, eyebrows raised.

Me: So when I was little, I had this craft kit that let me make paper flowers.  You'd pick a stem, and a petal pattern, and which color paper you want, and how many layers of paper you want, and which color center plastic pollen thing you want to hold it together, and different centers and colors had different scents, so you could choose from jasmine and tulip and rose and probably some others, and make endless combinations of differently scented, differently colored, differently shaped flowers. 

My fiancé: This is a good story so far.  Lots of conflict.

Me: So anyway, my bran cereal with the powdered peanut butter tastes like the tulip scent in that kit smelled.

My fiancé stares at me a couple beats and then turns back to the TV and presses play.

Me: Was that not a good story?

My fiancé: .....Well, it was a story only you would tell.