Dear Blog Subscribers, If you saw the condensed version of this on Facebook this week, my apologies for the replay.
Scene 1: The Bedroom. Afternoon. The Mr. has just arrived home from work. The Mrs. has just carried a load of laundry into the bedroom.
Me: (Putting clean sheets on the bed) Could you please pull that corner up? I can't quite get it tucked under the mattress.
Mr.: (Tugging on the bed sheet) Geez, that IS tight. Honest to Pete! They can put a man on the moon, but they can't make a decent fitted sheet.
Me: How did you know I got Greek food for dinner?
Mr.: I didn't. What are you talking about?
Me: What are YOU talking about?
Me: You. You just said something about feta cheese!
Mr.: No, I didn't!
Me: Yes, you did!
Me: Just now! You said something about making a decent feta cheese.
Mr.: FITTED SHEET! I said, "They can't make a decent FITTED SHEET!"
Mr.: This is how it's going to be, isn't it?
Me: GOING to be? Already is. Anyway, I think these sheets shrank in the dryer.
Mr.: That's not all that's shrinking.
Mr.: Nothing, dear. So, did you buy lamb patties?
Me: Sham fatties?!?!