Eating dinner at Waffle House (a story for a different day)
Daughter: I feel like I tell bad stories.
Me: You got it from me. I’m sorry.
Husband: If it’s any consolation, you do it better than mom does — but that’s not saying much.
So what I’m hearing is that I win. I never win anything. Once I won a pack of M&Ms — but not really. I was taking one of those first time home buyers classes. The chick next to me got an answer right and the guy doing the class threw her a bag of M&Ms. He was a bad aim and hit me right in the face. So I won.