We recently put a ban on eating food in our basement. This was due to a thorough cleaning of our carpets after several disasters.
I simply cannot obey this rule. I’ve grown up eating on the couch in front of the TV. It is as horrible as it sounds.
Mr. Grinch: (Pointing at glass) What’s this?
Me: (innocent look)
MG: What happened to not eating downstairs?
Me: (innocent look/shoulder shrug)
MG: I know it’s yours, because it’s not mine.
Me: (innocent look)
MG: If I catch you downstairs with food again I’m locking up the refrigerator.
Me: (blank stare)
MG: I’m serious. I’m getting sick of this.
Me: (blank stare)
MG: Nice having this conversation with you… (turns around to take glass upstairs)
Me: (devilish grin)
So, you’re married to my husband too?!? Is that even legal?
Stopping by from SITS, have a great day.
Wait I’m confused you weren’t eating you were drinking right? So if the bans on food, does that include drink to? Maybe it’s just to early and I need more coffee to understand.