…because she volunteered to
flee the plague pit that is our house do the food shopping this week. We were at that and-oh-yeah point on said list, so I go And get me a pony.
If it’s on sale, of course.
So she comes back, I start putting away the groceries, and I see this:
I hold it up; she looks at me evenly.
It was on sale.
I don’t lose all the time in my house, but I’m definitely playing against a champ.
PS: I assume that we’ll give it to either Goodwill, or my wife’s church.