Last night I was watching Now and Then , and Ryan walked in at the part where Christina Ricci is about to get kissed.
So I said, "Oh, Bubba, look. They're gonna smooch..."
And he said, "No, they're not. If they kiss, I'll drink pickle juice."
Little did he know it, but I just bought a fresh jar of pickles that very afternoon.
So this morning I made him pay up. I called him downstairs (since they're home from school because of a blizzard) and surprised him.
My stairs look like a white slide |
In case you were wondering, yes, that is my husband shoveling with shorts on...
I'm going to say it one more time. I hate snow.
The end.
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