I was reading an instruction manual and I got to the part about needing a screwdriver … so I got out the orange juice and vodka. Everything after that is a mystery.
This kind of changes the way I think about the movie.
I do this more often than I’d like to admit.
Some people call it “nagging,” I prefer to call it, “just do what I freaking told you to do the first time.”
Oh how I wish I would have thought of that response at times.
And when I read it, I’m silently singing it in my head. 🙂
Does anyone have a recipe for “I don’t know” or I don’t care”? It’s what my family requested for dinner and I can’t seem to find any recipes.
It’s funny how our childhood punishments are now our adult pleasures. For example, naps and spankings.