Trash Talking

| Related | April 7, 2014

(I’ve returned home from work. My wife and mother-in-law are in the kitchen.)

Wife: “Thank goodness you’re home. The trash has needed to be emptied since morning.”

Me: “I’m so sorry to hear that. How are you feeling? Is everything okay?”

Wife: *confused* “Huh? What are you talking about?”

Me: “Your arms and legs. They must be broken if you couldn’t take out the trash yourself. Are you okay?”

(My mother-in-law grabs the counter to hold herself up while laughing.)

Wife: *pausing* “Okay, I deserve that one.”

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