Yesterday,
Austin gave me a package of socks. A really cute trio, dogs on one
pair, argyle on another, then a block pattern.
Me, to my coworkers: They're so cute. Austin's not for sale today. I'm sure in a few days, he'll be for sale again, but not today.
When I got home, Austin was pouring bleach down the sink. Foolishly, I thought it's the first of the month and he was helping me with the chore of cleaning the drains and the toilets.
Austin: The sink is clogged.
I groaned, plunged, etc. Drain is still clogged today. Mom came in with the mail. I was telling her about the socks. Then she asked me about why I was plunging the sink.
Me: Well, the sink was clogged and then Austin put his coffee grounds down the sink. Could. Have. Killed. Him.
Mom, snickering: So, Austin is for sale again today? Half price, right?
Me, to my coworkers: They're so cute. Austin's not for sale today. I'm sure in a few days, he'll be for sale again, but not today.
When I got home, Austin was pouring bleach down the sink. Foolishly, I thought it's the first of the month and he was helping me with the chore of cleaning the drains and the toilets.
Austin: The sink is clogged.
I groaned, plunged, etc. Drain is still clogged today. Mom came in with the mail. I was telling her about the socks. Then she asked me about why I was plunging the sink.
Me: Well, the sink was clogged and then Austin put his coffee grounds down the sink. Could. Have. Killed. Him.
Mom, snickering: So, Austin is for sale again today? Half price, right?
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