A woman came home, screeching her car into the driveway, and ran into the house.
She slammed the door and shouted at the top of her lungs, 'Honey, pack your bags. I won the lottery!'
The husband said, 'Oh my God! What should I pack, beach stuff or mountain stuff?'
'Doesn't matter,' she said. 'Just get out!”
I have two wee boys for breakfast unexpectedly this morning, but Scooter doesn’t like anything I have to offer or anything his mom brought over. He just told me that he doesn’t love me. His brother does. One out of two isn’t bad for a Monday morning.
Life is good, y’all!