It seldom pays to question a woman’s refrigerator management.
Me: “Where are the corn tortillas? Are there any left?”
Lindsay: “I don’t know. I didn’t eat any corn tortillas.”
Me: “Oh, there they are. In a place so obvious only I could have put them there.”
Lindsay: GRRAARUGHRAAGH! Honey, I feel aggression toward you!”
In these very tense moments, I’m just thankful for my unassuming demeanor, which has defused situations far more desperate even than this.
3 comments:
Better check those tortillas before you eat them.
I definitely think I'd notice if the tortilla looked that bad.
Well, actually, it's one of those Virgin Mary tortillas.
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