So I’m going through the shopping list for my wife…

…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.

Moe Lane

PS: I assume that we’ll give it to either Goodwill, or my wife’s church.


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