In August.
In Texas.
In 106 degree temps.
IT'S HOT!
After I stopped at the post office yesterday I saw the snow cone shack across the street and got me a sour grape snow cone.
Back at my house with said snow cone:
Reagan: You got a snow cone?
Me: I have no AC.
Reagan: (giggle) But you got a snow cone without me?
Me: I have no AC.
Reagan: (giggle) But you got a snow cone?
Me: I'm sorry. I don't what part of the sentence you don't understand. I. Have. No. AC. In. My. Car.
Reagan: (giggle) But you could of brought me one.
Me: I have no AC! It would have melted, women!
Reagan: (laughs) Ok. That's probably true.
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