My BFF Forever Nikki has this thing she always says to her husband, or pretty much anyone, whenever anything goes wrong or missing.
"A bear ate it."
Its logical right?
It happens all the time.
Well since I'm with her, well, a ton, her phrases rub off on me. Yeah. That's where tonight's edition of Pillow Talk comes from.
Me: Tell me I have to get my packing done tomorrow. I'll listen if you tell me I have to do it, just like you told me I had to put my registration sticker on. You told me, I did it, and now its done.
Him: Sweetie, you have to get your packing done tomorrow.
Me: Okay. Okay wait. Now that I'm thinking about it... I don't know where my registration is. I mean, I put the sticker on my license plate and then... I have no idea where the actual paperwork is. Crap. That's bad.
Him: How do you lose it right after you put the sticker on? I just don't get...
Me: Its not my fault. It either sprouted legs and ran away... or a bear ate it.
Him: Really? That's what you're going with?
Me: You tell me. Which one is more probable?
Him: Are we really doing this?
Me: Yes. Its the truth, I had no control over it.
Him: Well if we are indeed doing this and if its based solely on the probability of your registration disappearing under one of these two circumstances, then I'd have to go with a bear ate it.
Me: Hey, you said it, not me.