Opinion: Bowled over
So I was eating some ice cream out of a cat dish the other night. I know what you’re thinking, are you having marriage troubles? And my quick answer, my pat answer, is why no, at least not any more than normal.
Then, why, pray tell, were you eating ice cream out of a cat dish? I didn’t realize it was a cat dish, I thought it was just another bowl on the counter and it turned out to be a cat dish.
“That’s a cat dish,” my wife grumbled as she glanced at me while pouring a cup of tea. My wife grumbles at me quite a bit, which is usually deserved.
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