That above reference makes me nearly a thousand years old. (But I only look half that!)
The heat has hit Southern California, but thanks to this new little philosophy called "thinking ahead" we have a portable air conditioner. Which is not portable in any real sense, but it is hooked up, so while the rest of the universe is a balmy 102 degrees, it's 71 and breezy here in our personal batcave. Of course, it's a thousand degrees in every other area of the house. If you need me, I'll be receiving visitors in the boudoir, but there's no way in hell I'm gonna leave.
...except that Will just came in and the following exchange occurred:
Will: I'm going to Ralph's [local grocery store] to pick up lunches for the week, do we need anything?
Me: Check around and see.
Will leaves. And returns thirty seconds later.
Will: I don't know what that means.
Me: Check for stuff we only buy at Ralph's.
Will: Okay.
He leaves. And returns thirty seconds later.
Will: I'm still not exactly sure what you're getting at.
Me: Toothpaste. Toilet paper. Dish detergent. Stuff to clean the house.
Will: Y'know, we'd save a lot of money on stuff to clean the house if we didn't clean the house so much.
Me: Who is this "we" you speak of?
So he made a list and we left Daisy in her air-conditioned crate to head to the Ralph's together. Once inside the air-conditioned store, he pulled the shopping list out of his back pocket to go over what we needed when item #4 caught my eye.
Me: My love?
Will: Yes?
Me: What aisle is the "Anti-Bitch Powder" in?
