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.
curses
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.