Yesterday...
Me: "Bry, is there anything special you want next week for Thanksgiving?"
Bryan: "Flannel sheets for the guest room! You keep it cold like Antarctica."
This morning...
Me: "Heading out to get the flannel sheets for the guest room."
Bryan: "You don't have to buy flannel sheets. It's ok."
Me: "Oooh no way, Chunk. When you write your memoirs, I do not want your 2016 Thanksgiving stay to be titled, 'I survived Antarctica.'"
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