Me: "Do you need me to fetch you anything while I'm at Target today? Ibuprofin...?"
RX: "Yes, I'm a little low."
Me: "Okay, I'll get a couple bottles while I'm there. I have to go there anyway because I'm out of... of..."
RX: "Greasy lumps of meat?"
Me: "Right! Yes!"
Me: "'Tabasco Slim Jims'. That's the phrase I was trying to spit out."
RX: "I was just picking random nonsense words, trying to be funny. I guess I know you too well..."
Tuesday, September 06, 2011
Overheard in the Dining Room:
Roomie is getting ready to go to work...