Thursday, October 16, 2008


Todd has been working late all this week.  He was sweet enough to come home tonight so I could go to book club.  I was hoping that he was going to be all done with late nights, but when I came home at 11 pm, he announced that he had to go back to the office.  

I was feeling all sorts of sympathetic for my poor tired husband, until on the way out the door he said, "Oh, yeah, I forgot to take out the garbage.  Can you take care of that?"

I blinked at him for a moment.

"But, Todd," I said, "I don't think I remember how to take out the garbage!  I got married so I wouldn't have to take out the garbage anymore!"

There was a distinct lack of sympathy in his eyes as he left...and an evil laugh, too.

I did manage to figure it out.  But shhh!  Don't tell him.


Anne Marie said...

Hope you get lots of Todd this weekend. I hate weeks like that. I agree that not taking out the trash is one of the top perks of getting married.

ricracsally said...

I think my favorite part of this is the title; I remember this from jr. high, GIGO. Garbage In Garbage Out.