As regular readers of this blog know, my Dear Husband is a wonderful - and VERY warped - man. After nearly 30 years together, we share the same unfortunate sense of humor. So today, while we were in the grocery store he pointed to something in a frozen food case and declared that he did not want
that.
I asked him to point out exactly what he meant, and then I completely understood:
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Get this box to the lab, stat!! |
I waited for the guys in blue booties and latex gloves to show up, but they never did.
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