Ring. Ring. (totally not the sound his cell phone makes, but you get the picture)
Husband (from the golf course this morning): Hello.
Me: Hi babe. We need a couple of things from the store. Can you stop on your way home?
Husband: Sure, what do we need?
Me: Sweet potatoes and I need tampons.
Husband: Jam pots? Why do we need jam pots? Like, jelly jars or something?
Me: TAMPONS. Not jam pots.
Husband: Oh, yeah sure. OK. Sweet potatoes and your thing. Gotcha.
He arrived home and plunked the Safeway bag on the counter and returned to the car to unload his golf clubs. I looked in the bag and found only sweet potatoes. I followed him to the car.
Me: Did you leave the tampons in the car?
Husband: Ham hocks? Did you ask for ham hocks?
Me: TAMPONS. Not ham hocks.
Husband: Oh... man. I forgot.
Forgot, or living in complete and utter denial?
You decide.
11/23/2007
MISCOMMUNICATION ABOUT AUNT FLO
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3 comments:
I think your husband would say denial is a river in Egypt.
Erica, I don't get over to comment very often but I follow your feed and your posts have me laughing out loud more often than not. This one was no exception! Thanks for the morning laugh :-)
You are too sweet! Thanks for swinging by!
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