One morning I had woken up a bit late. I came downstairs to my find my wife and my mother-in-law having a lively conversation about who knows what – I wasn’t really retaining any of the information anyways, so I just got a cup of coffee and sat down on the couch.
They were having a nice chat while I blankly stared in front of me. I’m not sure why my brain decided it was time to listen and chime in, but it did
MIL: What job do you think I should have in the next life?
Me: Spaghetti salesman
MIL:
Me: 