Holy (Guaca) Moley!
Tonight my wife and I were sitting at the table eating and chatting. I mentioned a tasty green dip that I had recently at my office's Christmas lunch, and she correctly supplied the name I forgot... guacamole.
"That's it." I say. "Boy, was it ever good!"
She says, "Yes, guacamole is awesome. That's why I was so pissed off when you knocked mine over."
"Huh? I knocked over your guacamole? When?"
"That time at our Halloween party when you got so drunk. You knocked it over and nearly passed out in it."
I pause to process this for a moment.
"Um... our Halloween party IN NINETEEN-NINETY-TWO???"
"Yes." Totally straight-faced she tells me this.
And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen. I couldn't even remember the *name* of guacamole when I ate some less than a month ago, and yet my dear wife remembers me drunkedly knocking hers over almost fifteen years ago.
I'm sure there's a moral here somewhere. Or a joke. While I'm working on those, let's settle for a warning:
Guys. When you've had a few too many drinks, FOR GOD'S SAKE WATCH OUT FOR THE GUACAMOLE DIP!!!
posted by Robin @ 8:53 PM
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2 Comments:
What the man conveniently neglected to tell you, dear reader is: that was the only time I ever made guacamole because he told me how awful it was and how lucky I was that he spilled it before the guests got to eat it. Now here he is telling me how delicious some other woman's guacamole is!!
Ooohhh dangerous territory there.
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