texts from HEB

I get off easy on Thanksgiving. My sister does all the hard work, and I am not responsible for making anything but some place-and-bake chocolate chip cookies and mini pumpkin pies. Unfortunately I don’t keep mini pumpkin pie ingredients at the ready. And my car was in the shop today.

Enter this guy.

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Minus the Care Bears t-shirt.

What follows is a detailed account of him at the store, asking me exactly where every single ingredient in the store is. Including bonus footage of insurance mumbo jumbo from him tapping someone in the rear last week.

 

funny texts with husband

funny texts with husband
Sorry about your neck, can you grab some fruit LOL

funny texts with husband

funny texts with husband

funny texts with husband
If you come home with a full pumpkin I will cut you.
funny texts with husband
*googles condensed milk vs evaporated milk* *confidently answers question*
funny texts with husband
*downloads app on husband’s phone for next time*
funny texts with husband
[insert cliche “which turkey?” barb at husband here]

Happy Thanksgiving!

NaBloPoMo November 2015

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  1. Laughing. That’s kind of how it goes when Ryan shops with my list. (Which is not often, or else maybe it wouldn’t unfold that way!)

    Happy Thanksgiving!

  2. SNORT. What drives me crazy is if I send my husband with a list, he’s fine (though not always perfect in his execution), but if I send him with a list and then text him one more item that i forgot? He will ALWAYS forget something off of the list. Every. Single. Time.

  3. Ugh to all of the insurance stuff . . . I remember, speaking with my insurance agent relatively shortly after I hit someone in a parking lot. There were actually witnesses stating that the person whom I hit (and I was backing up) was driving on the wrong side of the aisle, so I figured we’d end up in a no-fault thing . . . but whatever. The thing is, there was something like $13,000 of damage done to his 20-some-odd-year-old-car. Basically, my tapping his bumper as he drove past resulted in him fixing every little ding in that his car had ever amassed. And all my agent said was “yeah, there’s a ton of corruption in this business.”

    Gah.

    Anywho, I do almost all of the grocery shopping — and while it’s a pain in the ass, a pumpkin pie made from fresh baked pumpkin? Tastes precisely the same as a pumpkin pie made from canned pumpkin. Seriously.

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