ME: (looking upside-down at wife's laptop) Whatcha looking at there, Hon?
WIFE: (happily) Handbags!
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| A Handbag |
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| Another Handbag |
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| Still Yet Another Handbag |
ME: (dying inside, thinking of all the damn handbags that lie around the house, but not wanting to spoil my just-started week of vacation with an argument about handbags, which are more precious to my wife than most of her family members. I mean, her family members that aren't her handbags) . . .
DAUGHTER: Why would you possibly need more handbags? Don't you, like, have a ton of them?
ME: [Omigod, my 12-year-old daughter just spoke my thoughts out loud!]
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| I believe This One Is Actually A Purse? Is There A Difference? |
WIFE: But I use all of them!
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| Is This One a Freaking Clutch? I Dunno. Don't Quote Me On That. |
DAUGHTER: Handbags are boring.
ME: [It's like I am speaking through my daughter!] . . .
WIFE: How could you say that? They're pretty!
DAUGHTER: (returning to book) Boring.
ME: IT WORKED! IT FINALLY WORKED!!!
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