Classy dinner guests

Mike and I are heading over to some friends’ house for dinner.

“How do we transport the spinach artichoke dip so we don’t look tacky?” Mike asked.

“Babe, we’re going to look tacky. It’s kind of our MO,” I said, remembering that we made the dip two days ago and that the wine we planned to bring costs about $4 a bottle.

“Well, should I just bring it over like it is? Frozen in a yogurt container? Or should I microwave it and put it in our mini-Crockpot?”

Needless to say, we’re nuking it and then toting it over.

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I biked past a preschool the other day during recess and was amazed at how much squealing and squeaking I heard.

It’s crazy how much the future of America sounds like a gopher farm.

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Cuties (the citrus kind)

Everybody loves cuties. They’re adorable, delicious, small and best of all, easy to peel. 

I’m sure all of these attributes meshed together to yield their slogan, “Cuties are for kids.”

I’m curious how high “Cuties are for lazy bums” made it on the list of potential slogans,” since it would have been just as accurate.

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Breast cancer light bulbs

Mike and I thought we’d scored by buying a bunch of light bulbs overtly supporting the breast cancer cause. The bulbs were on super sale because breast cancer awareness month is October, and now it’s nearly January.

Our feelings of jubilation ended when Mike just installed one of the bulbs, which to our aggravation, shines pink!

Stupid.
Stupid.

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