Yesterday Mr. Man and I decided to grill out burgers. Well Mr. Man can't grill without smoking a Black N Mild so he decided to go to the gas station and pick him up one.
Here is how the conversation went:
Mr. Man: Honey have you seen my flip flops
Me: No not since last summer
Mr. Man: SWEET!!!! I found my slip on shoe........HONEY do you know were the mate is to this shoe?
Me: Uh no
Mr. Man: SWEET!!!!!!
Me: You found the other shoe
Mr. Man: Nope I found another slip on shoe that is missing it's mate
Me: Uhhhhhh ok how is that SWEET!!!
Mr. Man: Because now I have sandals to wear
Me: Hey dumbass they don't match
Mr. Man: I know but I can still wear them
Me: Look for the damn mate to at least one pair
Mr. Man: I can't, one is MIA and the other one I ran over with the lawnmower last summer
Me: Seriously DO NOT go to the gas station in mismatch shoes, they know us in there
Mr. Man: So I don't care
And with that he went to the gas station in his mismatched sandals and proceeded to wear them the rest of the afternoon knowing that it was aggravating the shit out of me.
Wednesday
Mismatch Shoes Anyone?
Posted by Momma Jones at Wednesday, April 07, 2010
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