Austin bought a package
of cream cheese at this specialty meat market and he paid $1.79 for
it. Plain old package of 8 oz cream cheese. I told him that was a
ridiculous price, but he did it anyway. I told him I was going to be
mad at him for a while. We went home, had a nice dinner, watched some
TV.
Austin: I'm glad I got the extra package of cream cheese. The cheese ball needed it.
Me, aggravated that he's bringing it up after our spat had blown over: Don't make me bring up the "D" word.
Austin: What "D" word?
Me: You know what "D" word.
Austin: There's lots of "D" words, dog, deal, dead.
Me: Dead's a good word. You'll be dead if you keep it up.
Austin: I'm glad I got the extra package of cream cheese. The cheese ball needed it.
Me, aggravated that he's bringing it up after our spat had blown over: Don't make me bring up the "D" word.
Austin: What "D" word?
Me: You know what "D" word.
Austin: There's lots of "D" words, dog, deal, dead.
Me: Dead's a good word. You'll be dead if you keep it up.
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