James [entering the room with a cup in hand]: Honey, try
this.
[I look up from my GRE study guide]
[I look up from my GRE study guide]
Me: What is it?
James: It’s pumpkin spice liquor and ice.
[I sip it]
James: Do you like it?
Me: It’s okay.
James: Good. Because I bought 16 bottles of it.
Me: YOU. DID. WHAT.
[James runs out of the room and returns lugging a box that
clangs ominously with liquor bottles]
James: They were only a DOLLAR!
Me: So you bought 16 mother-flippin’ bottles of pumpkin
spice poop because they were cheap!? We’re NOT ranging alcoholics!
James: Jessa, they were a dollar! We could end world hunger
for those prices!
Me [laying my head down]: Just because something is cheap does not mean you need large quantities
of it!
James [yelling]: We’ll give them away to friends! We’ll bathe in the leftovers!
Me: No one needs 16 gallons of crappy alcohol! Not even Amy Winehouse would have 16 gallons of pumpkin spice liquor just sitting around.
Me: No, you did what any inbred hick from the backwoods of satan's armpit would do.
[James starts putting bottles of orangish-white liquid onto the floor]
Me: I'm not going to drink that crap. Wait...what happened to the groceries you were supposed to get?
[James pauses]
James: I may have forgotten to buy groceries.
[I look up and glare]
Me: This does not end well for you.
James: I got excited when I saw the price and forgot to buy
anything else.
Me: You’re fired.
Me: You’re fired.
We didn't drink it. Turns out that it didn’t taste great with coffee, was too
heavy to drink with just ice and left a bad, tangy taste at the back of the
throat. It’s almost a year later, and we still have one stubborn bottle of
pumpkin spice liquor that I've been unable to pawn to the unsuspecting guest or homeless bum.
James wonders why I watch "Modern Family", and when I saw this episode...I finally could give an answer--this is me. Just replace the alpaca with 16 gallons of pumpkin spice liquor.
I fear/anticipate that James will one day come home with a needy alpaca. |
James is still not allowed to shop for groceries.
My husband goes crazy for bargains too. For example, a child's coloring table decorated with the ABC's that he found on the street serves as our coffee table.
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