Some Girl and Bruce: The Case of the Migratory Hickups
This afternoon Bruce and I set out for our errands. As we left the building, Bruce came down with a case of the hiccups. After lunch we moved onto some buying in bulk at one of those places where you buy 12,321,988 rolls of toilet paper for $50.99. We were reasonable in our purchases and avoided the bulk of the bulk. I did manage to walk out with a ginourmous bottle of Grey Goose and a new art easel.
We moved on to an art supply place and then a toy store. I wandered about with Bruce who was ogling things with whistles and bells. I finally wandered to the front and waited for Bruce to finish with his drooling. I bought a bottle of Diet Dr. Pepper. Almost immediately I regretted the soda, dang case of hiccups.
Bruce and I left and I was laughing at how cruel life is as I totally mocked Bruce earlier for his hiccups. Bruce laughed mightily. And then he took a sip of the soda. Mind you I warned him, however, he was bold. And he ended up with the hiccups.
The evening moved along and we sat down to dinner. I looked at the end of the Dr. Pepper and decided to opt for a Sprite. Perhaps not my best decision as I regained the case of the hiccups. Bruce had a giggle, but I didn’t mind.
Especially as Bruce just wandered in to the living room. Guess who has the hiccups now.