This afternoon The Squeeze arrived home with his backpack chock-full of groceries. “There’re joobs in there”
“Cool!”
And then I scampered into the kitchen to find the joobs.
“There aren’t really joobs.”
“WHAT?!”
“I just said that to get you to unpack the groceries.”
Curses.
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You’re too clever by half! G’day from a fellow Aussie, from Bathurst NSW. Stumbled here from thirdcat’s blog.
make sure he buys you joobs next time! great blog btw, i’ve been lurking for a while…
Was it Marella Jubes you didn’t have?
They were imaginary joobs. I was imagining the softer sugar-covered ones. He likes the 100% natural ones.