Dieting

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...)