This here is a conversation between Boyfriend and I while he is grocery shopping and I'm warming my toesies in bed:
(da-ta dadada ta-da dada tata dada -umm that was supposed to be my ringtone)
Me: Ello there!
Boyfriend: Where is the peanut butter? I've been looking for it for 10 minutes.
Me: Uh, in the peanut butter aisle...
Boyfriend: I can't find that aisle Linds. (said in his "you are such a smart ass" voice)
Me: Well, look up at the aisle descriptive signs and read off what they say. Don't fret my pet. We will find the peanut butter!
Boyfriend: Okay... The next aisle says...Salad dressing. Crackers. Ketchup. Mustard. Bread. Buns....oh. (chuckles) Peanut butter and jelly.
Me: You are welcome!!
(Hang up)
Isn't he so lucky to have a peach like me to help him with these complex problems?
<Blouse: Express, Jeans:F21, Belt: Thrifted, Oxford Heels: Kohls>
1 comments:
It really doesn't get better...my man practically has a nervous breakdown if I send him out for anything more complicated than milk. Flour, for instance.
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