Good morning, lovelies! How have you been spending your Saturday morning? Productively? I hope not! One thing is for sure: you didn’t have an argument anywhere near as stupid as this gem, which cropped up while we were returning home from the usual morning errands of noodle-buying at Home Depot (too much fun) and trying to describe the exact squishiness of my desired foam to confused men at multiple stores.
HIM: There’s a sign down the street for a baby and kids sale
ME: We don’t need another baby or another kid
HIM: We don’t need another garage, either
ME: That’s not how it works, stupid. Gah.
HIM: Like you know.
ME: Garage sale doesn’t mean they’re selling the garage, it means they’re selling the stuff in the garage. They’re not selling their kids’ organs.
HIM: Do you know that for a fact? Did you ASK? Because I’ll bet if you made them a good offer…
HIM: You’d get arrested
We’re never boring, that’s for sure.