I had to make a late run to the grocery store tonight -- the cat was out of food and I figured it was better to blow 30 minutes of potential sleep time now than to face an entire night of yowling.
As I exited the grocery store, I noticed a packge of Kraft Cheese on the hood of my car. Just sitting there. Fully wrapped. There was no one else around, so I figured it was my destiny to take home the cheese.
My husband noticed the cheese as I unpacked the grocery bag.
Him: Why'dya buy cheese? We just bought cheese.
Me: I didn't buy it.
Him: You stole cheese?
Me: No; God left me this cheese. It was on my car in the parking lot.
Him: Well, you're not going to EAT it, are you?
Me: Why shouldn't I?
Him: Because...well, I don't know! Maybe it's poisoned or something!
Me: You are a very weird man. Why would God leave me poisoned cheese?
Him: Why would ANYone leave cheese on your car? Unless, of course, they were trying to get you to eat the poisoned cheese!
Martin Luther King's I Have a Dream speech is playing the background.
Hubby comments: What an amazing speaker. Really, I think it was a loss to the nation.
Me: You know, I hear he wasn't shot.
Him: Really? So how did he die then?
Me: I hear he got some bad cheese.
Him: I hate you.