in which my husband and son arrive home 97 minutes late

Me: Where were you?!?

Mike: We went to the pool.

Me: I thought you two were dead! I thought I was going to receive a picture of you holding up today’s newspaper, or you were going to call me and tell me to meet you at a warehouse and then when I got there and walked in, you would say, “No! Mona, it’s a trap!”

Mike: Um…sorry to disappoint you?

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  1. Mama Drama Jenny, the Bloggess says:

    Bwahahahaha!

  2. Delurking here. 🙂

    This is totally a converstation my husband and I would have.

  3. Mrs. Blogoway says:

    I want to know what YOU were doing during those 97 minutes?

  4. Butrfly Garden says:

    The overactive imagination is both a blessing and a curse.

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