It’ll be like, “ You thought *yesterday* was bad? Well, now you have a enormous metal chicken to deal with. And when our friends are sad we can leave him at their front door to cheer them up.
#Taste in music in five words rock and roll mother fucker plus
Me: But on the plus side? It’s not towels. That’s like, $200 worth of chicken for free. Me: The 5-foot tall one was $300, marked down to $100. Me: You’re joking, but they’re kind of horrifically awesome. And that was exactly what I was still echoing through my head an hour later, when Laura and I stopped our shopping carts and stared up in confused, silent awe at a display of enormous metal chickens, made from rusted oil drums. Then Laura came to pick me up so we could go to the discount outlet together, and as Victor gave me a kiss goodbye he lovingly whispered, “ You are not allowed to bring any more goddam towels in this house or I will strangle you“. Then I pointed out that the last towels I’d bought were hot pink beach towels, and he was all “EXACTLY” and then I hit my head against the wall for an hour.
I can’t tell you the details because it wasn’t interesting enough to document at the time, but it was basically me telling Victor I needed to buy new bath towels, and Victor insisting that I NOT buy towels because I “ just bought new towels“. This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels.
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