Shoveling the deck last night because while I can tolerate snow, I can not tolerate the dogs pissing on my deck. Pat, warm inside the house and standing in the doorway, keeps offering 'helpful' comments on my shoveling progress.
Pat: You think this is 9 inches? It really looks like 9 inches. I'm going to say 9 inches.
Brie: It's not 9 inches. I've seen 9 inches.
Pat : (indignant & screaming) OH REALLY?! And just WHERE have you seen NINE INCHES?
Can you tell he is no longer talking about snow?
Brie: (exasperated) In MASSACHUSETTS, PAT. MASSACHUSETTS.
Pat: (contrite) Oh. Sorry.
Begins closing door....
Brie: (whispering) In Massachusetts.......on a black dude.
Back door closes & lock clicks. He heard me.
1 comments:
AWESOME. Totally F'ing awesome - I love you.
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