The way they say “shrubbery” gets me e v e r y time
[I deserve… husband of the year award.
I just dropped my husband and his family off at the airport, got some coffee, made it home… and he calls me… to say… tsa wouldn’t let them bring their 80$ lush hair… product onto the flight and it was too late to check it back. *zooms in on his face* so he hid it in a bush.
so guess who’s going back to the airport? *voice cracking* to dig through some shrubbery?
we’re here.
*montage of him getting to the shrub in silence and collecting the bag*
that was. so shady.
there was a whole family sitting on the bench in front of the bush and I had to be like *high pitched nasally voice* ‘excuse me, just gotta… heh! just gotta reach in there real quick.’
*running the product through his hair* if he thinks he’s getting this back he’s wrong.]
