This morning's conversation---as I was trying to brush my teeth--- between me and Hubs:
Hubs: (standing over my shoulder): I hope you like what I got you for Christmas.
Me (mouth full of toothpaste): mmmshriwllll *translation: I'm sure I will.*
Hubs: I hope so. Because you can't return it.
Me (mouth still full of toothpaste): Whhrrry nttt? *translation: Why not?*
Hubs: Because I washed my pants with the store receipt in my front pocket.
Me (spitting toothpaste foam): Hmmm....Well, If you bought me that crockpot that I want more than life itself, that shouldn't be a problem.
That's when he walked away....shaking his head....a worried look upon his face.....
I sure hope the in-laws like microwave popcorn.
Oh, what the hell! It's Christmas!
Maybe I'll be a sport and expand their Christmas dinner menu. I'm thinking I'll throw in some Doritos and tap water, too.