Him: “Hey, when you go into town this afternoon can you pick me up another pair of work gloves. Moo ate mine this morning.”
Me: “What do you mean the cow ate your gloves? You mean she chewed them up?”
Him: “No. I mean the cow ate my gloves. You know. Ate. As in, she dined on them.”
Me: “Right, I get that, but where are they? Are they still out there?”
Him: “Woman, you never listen. I’m telling you she ate them. They are gone. They’re in her belly like the big guy on Austin Powers.”
Me: “Do you mean to tell me that Moo swallowed them??”
Him: “Exactly. My God this is taking forever.”
Me: “But Eddie, they were leather! Isn’t that just wrong?”
Him: “Well I really don’t think she cares Lisa. Just buy me another pair would you?”
Me: “Well ok, but can she digest them? Won’t they……..”
Him: “Oh, yeah. If you happen to see them in a cow patty, grab them. They were good gloves.”
