*I hate Wal-Mart
So
to help alleviate some of my stress, Austin was going to go to the
store for me.
Austin: What do we need at Meijer?
I explain that we need flea spray for the carpet and flea drops for the cats. I wish I could amusingly tell you how long it took me to get Austin to understand what was needed.
Austin: OK, I got it. But just so you know, I'm going to stop at Wal-Mart to get it. Not Meijer.
Me: You didn't need to tell me that.
Austin: Sometimes when I bring you flowers, I get them from Wal-Mart. (I must have growled or something.) The look on your face is precious.
He thinks I'm joking about the divorce thing.
And for all of you panicky divas on here, I am joking about the divorce thing.
Austin: What do we need at Meijer?
I explain that we need flea spray for the carpet and flea drops for the cats. I wish I could amusingly tell you how long it took me to get Austin to understand what was needed.
Austin: OK, I got it. But just so you know, I'm going to stop at Wal-Mart to get it. Not Meijer.
Me: You didn't need to tell me that.
Austin: Sometimes when I bring you flowers, I get them from Wal-Mart. (I must have growled or something.) The look on your face is precious.
He thinks I'm joking about the divorce thing.
And for all of you panicky divas on here, I am joking about the divorce thing.
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