Saturday, February 1, 2014


Scene one: last night, Ken goes to the pharmacy to pick up my prescription. I give him my bank card to do so.

Scene two: this morning.

Me: Where's my bank card?
Ken: I put it in the Rx bag to be nice.
Me: You mean the bag that I threw away?
Ken: Did you take the trash out?
Me: No, did you?

Communication fail at its finest. Since neither of us take out the trash until it's piling up, falling out, and gathering on the counter...we were safe. 

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