Knock, knock, motherfucker.

[elbales]

And that’s why you should learn to pick your battles.

This morning I had a fight with Victor about towels. 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". 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.

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". 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.

I bet you can guess where this is going.
 

Comments

[anonpersona.livejournal.com]

I fucking hope it goes to you getting a giant chicken. That's too good an opportunity to miss. When do you think the chance to buy one of those is going to pass you by again?

Hide the towels inside it.

[elbales]

Er, that wasn't me. It was a woman in Texas. I just dug the story.

[anonpersona.livejournal.com]

Wow. That's actually really disappointing to learn.

[elbales]

Oh well. :)