Sunday, May 11, 2008

Rock and Roll

My husband, like many, reads in the bathroom. Last week he was running to the restroom, searching for reading material on the way. The front page of the Sunday paper was nearby, and the main story was about Lead Poisoning - something he wouldn't normally care to read, but I would want him to do so since he longs to move back to his childhood neighborhood, where the houses are very old. I said quickly, "Here, you want to read about lead?", and was a tad curious at his eagerness to do so as he grabbed the paper and ran with it into the bathroom and closed the door.

About thirty seconds later, he yelled out,
"Aw man! I thought you meant
Led Zeppelin!!"


Momo Fali said...

See? This is exactly what I lecture my son about...he shouldn't wait so long to go to the bathroom. If his levee wasn't about to break, he would've had time to see what the article was really about.

That was nobody's fault but his.

Whiney Momma said...

OMG, that is too funny!