So I’m out with my hubbie and daughter. We’ve just left one store and have stopped at Tijuana Flats (because I’m starving) on the way to the next store. The daughter desperately needs pants. We live in Florida and her one pair of jeans suddenly is not enough with our 58 degree weather. (Stop laughing.)
So I’m shoveling some high fat content cheese enchiladas with verde sauce (yum!) into my face and grumbling about hating shopping right now and how nothing fits right (can you say quit smoking and have been eating instead?)
The hubbie makes motions toward his jeans and nods vigorously.
Hubbie: Thank Gawd I found these in the closet. I was going to complain that some young man friend of yours hung his pants in my closet. I was suffocating and I hadn’t even gotten them on one leg yet.
Me: Bwah hahahahhahaha
Daughter: *Blinks rapidly at mother, then father, then mother again.*
Me: Bwah hahahahahahahhahahahahahahaha *crying*
Yeah, we laugh a lot. Even if it doesn’t make sense.
Enjoy your time. ❤