berg with fries

Last night, while driving home from work, Wife calls me. In an excited tone she announces that the car in front of her has the license plate "MYCOUGAR".

"Wife," I say in a calm tone, "does the car in front of you happen to be a Mercury Cougar?"

There is silence. Then: "Yeah. Yeah it is."

I hate ruining a cougar joke as much as the next guy, but it had to be done for the sake of accuracy.

Comments

+The Maiden Metallurgist says...

Broke my heart.

+Librarian Girl says...

You guys are so Shakespearean and highbrow, what with you calling her "wife" like that. Do you bellow it? Please tell me you bellow it. "WIFE! Come hither!"

+Josh says...

I was afraid of this. I don't actually call her wife, I just substituted that for her real name which I don't like to use on the blog.

And if I did actually refer to her as "wife" it'd probably come out less "Wife! Come hither!" and more "Ay! Wife! What's a guy gotta do to get some grilled cheese around here!?"