After some debate about percentages of rightness and wrongness on a certain bathroom reno project, Brad and I decided to take a short bickering break.
He: Will you get my smokes out of my pocket? My hands are a mess.
Me: Sure, which pocket?
He: Your right.
Me: Which one?
He: Your right.
Me: Going for his left, This one?
He: Your RIGHT. RIGHT.
Me: Ooooh, keep saying the words I long to hear. I wish I had a tape recorder right now...
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