So, Don can be sassy too. It doesn’t happen often but when it does it’s pretty fun.
Suffice it to say, this evening he found his old honeybaked ham scraps in the freezer while looking for something else. He got a tad bit irritated because we had forgotten about them because someone had wrapped them in tin foil and didn’t label them (note: who the heck can see through tin foil?). When, in a very loving, patient, kindly wife voice I asked if he wanted it to be known throughout the land that what was in the blob of tin foil was actually ham, could please put them in a labeled ziploc bag because I don’t have x-ray vision and this will enable me to know what is in said bag.
This is what I got.
HAM.
Well, there you go. That fixed my wagon. Now I know where the damn ham is, don’t I?
I wonder where the ham will be tomorrow…
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I got a suggestion……
Life without a sprinkling of smart assedness would be so boring, wouldn’t it?