Tuesday, May 26, 2009

The more things change . . .

. . . the more they stay the same. Overheard at our apartment this evening:

Me: "Honey, did you get me vodka when you went out?"

Mrs. SB: "Yes, it's in the stroller."

Me: "Thanks."

2 comments:

Open Bar said...

Continuing that conversation...

"Thanks. Why the fuck isn't it on the counter, opened by you, and poured into my goddamn highball?"

ChuckJerry said...

It's funny 'cause you're Irish.