Where's my paper...Where's my paper....

So I'm sitting here drinking my morning tea and the hubby comes in and says 'Have you seen Friday's Wall Street Journal?"  I told him no.  He wanders around for a minute and comes back.  "No, really, have you put it some where?  I have to teach from it today."  I tell him once again that I haven't seen it. Under his breath he says...'you throw things away if they sit on the table too long.'

I am thinking I KNOW I didn't toss the stupid paper.  I KNOW it is required reading for his students.  Then I hear him rooting around in the trash cans.  He does not believe me.

Well...then I get to thinking that maybe I DID do something with it and have Wall Street Journal Amnesia.  So I look in the obvious places...even in the freezer.  No paper.

 Then I remembered his fishing buddies were here on Saturday and they were wrapping fish guts in newspaper.  I told him to dig deep in those trash cans.  YAHOOOOO!  I don't have Wall Street Journal Amnesia!  He is gonna have one swell time trying to figure out last weeks NASDQ in all that slime!

I get blamed for everything...WAHHHHH!

Huggies

Donna

FUNNY!!!

Tell hubby to tell his students that he can't tell them a dang thing about the NASDQ but can give them tons of info from the Sunday paper Outdoor/Recreation section and how well the fish were biting over the weekend!

Tell hubby that HE needs to take care of things he needs for teaching.  Besides, you could always say "The dog ate it."

 

Sherrine