Z-Boy: Whachya eatin’ honey?
Z-Girl: Cheese and crackers.
Z-Boy: Hm. And, what kind of crackers are they?
Z-Boy: Triscuits. Interesting.
Z-Girl: *realizing where this is going*
Z-Boy: So, I’m kind of surprised to see that you’re eating Triscuits and not Woven Wheats.
Z-Boy: Interesting, indeed.
Z-Girl: YOU! Are ridiculous. *I* get name brand crackers because *I* went shopping.
Z-Boy: Yep. I see how it is. Husbands get generic cereal and wives get name-brand crackers.
Z-Girl: That's right, punk.
Friday, February 17, 2006