The Irishman and I stopped at Target on the way home from work Friday night. While at the store, we had a converstion that went something like this:
The Irishman: Will you pick up some treats for the boys?
(Note: To get the true effect you must read the Irishman's lines in an Irish accent. You do not have to read them OUT LOUD in an Irish accent - in your head will do just fine...)
Me: I don't know which ones you given them.
(The Irishman goes to pick out the treats and I stay with the cart at the other end of the aisle. There is a woman studying two items on a lower shelf trying to decide which item to get.)
The Irishman: Oh, they only have the little bags.
Me: (From across the aisle) What?
The Irishman: They are out of the big bags.
Me: That's okay. I have a feeling Moses will be on a diet soon.
The Irishman: What? How is Moe going to be on a diet?
Me: He is going to the vet soon and I would not be surprised if the vet puts him on a diet.
The Irishman: WHAT? He doesn't need a diet.
Me: Have you seen him recently?
The Irishman: Cats can't go on a diet!
Me: Yes they can.
The Irishman: No. Cats can't go on a diet!
Me: Yes they can. I am telling you the vet is going to put Moses on a diet.
The Irishman: Not Moses.
Me: Yes Moses!
The Irishman: What? That is just crazy...how would you...
(We left the kitty aisle at about this time with a small bag of kitty treats.)
The Irishman: I think that the woman picking out kitty litter was laughing at us.
Me: That woman was definitely laughing at us. I think we made her night.
(Side note: I just read this aloud to the Irishman for approval. I looked over and saw Moe's eyes wide. I didn't mean for him to find out that way...)