I don't like gel deodorant. It's icky, it's wet and you have to stand around with your arms straight out while you wait for it to dry. But, like I said, I'm saving up for a new basement.
So, one morning I showered, dressed, applied the DriGel, assumed the "hands on hips" position to allow for drying, and went to join the family downstairs. Rich looked up from the book he was reading.
Rich: What?
Me: Nothing.
Rich: What's wrong?!
Me: Nothing. I'm fine.
Rich (increasingly annoyed): Well, if you're not going to tell me, then forget it. Something's obviously wrong. What'd I do now?
Me (increasingly baffled and frustrated): Nothing. Is. Wrong. *glare*
Rich: Then why are you standing around like that, all mad?
Oh. Darn you, sticky gel. Next time I'm letting you dry in the bathroom.
1 comment:
LOL!!!
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