Kitchen counter confessions

Another conversation with the Missus:

The scene: I've just spilled some ketchup on the floor after trying to pour it onto the hot link burrito* I just made.

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Mrs. Disco: Why don't you just open it up (the burrito) and pour it in?

Me: It's already closed, it's too late to turn back.

Mrs. Disco: It's a shame they lock those things.

Me: Don't focus on the past.


*Patent Pending

Foot in mouth? Check.

A conversation I had with Mrs. Disco while in bed last night:

Me: Whatcha reading?

Mrs.Disco: Sur La Table.

Me: Anything good?

Mrs. Disco: Meh. Not much.

Me: (looking at page) Is that Valentine's Day stuff?!

Mrs. Disco: Yes...

Me: Are they already advertising Valentine's crap? You gotta be kidding me! We're barely into January!

Mrs. Disco: Hrrmmmmm...Maybe I'll actually get something other than a stuffed heart from Big Lots this year.

Me: ...They were in high demand, you're lucky you even got one.

Mrs. Disco: You touch me and you're getting an elbow in the chest.


And, scene.