Husband in the kitchen: Do we have any bread?
Me at computer: Um?
Husband: B-R-E-A-D.
Me: Ah, yah, it’s in the car
Him: Why is it in the car?
Me: I haven’t brought it in yet.
Him: Didn’t you go shopping on Sunday?
I ignore this (and it’s only taken me half of my married life to learn how).
Son: Hey Mom, why don’t we have any ‘good’ cereal?
Me: We do. It’s in the car.
Daughter: Did you pick up that stuff from Michael’s for my class?
Me: It’s in the car.
Other Son: I need deodorant.
Me: In the car.
Husband: Where are your car keys?
Smart Ass kids in unison: In the car!
Me searching the memory bank: Oh crap.
OK, OK so I’m behind on a few things. And I'll go to the recycling station, I will.
As soon as I've got room in the car.
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