This morning, when I got off of a particularly bad shift at work, I asked my husband to take me some place to get Nerds Ropes so I could feel better. Miles and miles of Nerds rope.
MILES. I wanted to lasso happiness with a rope made of delicious, tiny candies.
He drove the other direction from the house...
Past Kroger. Past the gas station. Then he got on the highway...
When I asked him where on earth we were going, he exclaimed:
Then he started farting.
This is my life.