In an earlier phone call to my husband:

ME: Well, it's finally happening.
Him: What's that?
ME: One of the two pairs of jeans I can fit into are finally wearing through on one of the legs. In two weeks or less we will need to spend money to find some jeans I can actually wear.
Him: Hm..
ME: I guess we'll just have to do something drastic to be able to afford it...
Him: Oh yeah? Like what?
ME: You know, sell one of Ella's kidneys.
Him: That's just soooo wrong...
ME: Phft.

I mean, what's the big deal? If you have a kid and you can't use her when you need her, then what good is all this?


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