My Beloved called from the grocery store this afternoon asking if I needed anything. I asked her to buy some Ramen noodles for me. I’ve had a hankering for them lately. When she got home, she handed a bottle of rum to me. I gave her a funny look as I took the bottle.
MB: “Did I get the wrong brand?”
Me: “Why’d you buy rum?”
MB: “Isn’t that what you asked for?”
Me: “I asked for Ramen.”
At that point we both exploded with laughter.
We’ve only been married for thirty-eight years. We need time to learn to communicate with each other.
I suspect I’ll eventually put the rum to good use. Perhaps for medicinal purposes. ;-D!
In the meantime, I still have a hankering for Ramen noodles.