My latest adventure into home-brewing Friday reminded me of our trip to Yellowstone.
Or a bad, comedic play.
Husband: "You should try one of those root beers and a cola with the girls for dinner tonight."
Wife, the gullible fool replies, "Okay, sure."
Husband: exit stage left.
You already know what's coming, don't you?
Or a bad, comedic play.
Husband: "You should try one of those root beers and a cola with the girls for dinner tonight."
Wife, the gullible fool replies, "Okay, sure."
Husband: exit stage left.
You already know what's coming, don't you?
It started small, seemingly harmless.
And then it grew.
And grew.
Until, Holy Mary, Mother of God!!
Root beer everywhere in the kitchen, and all over me!
(cue laughing children.)
Wife calls Husband, "About that root beer..."
Husband deadpans, "You'd better get that in the fridge."
(fade to black, end scene.)
