I come home from a coffee date with my friend Kelsey to find my parents sitting in the living room, the tv muted. The first thing I hear when I open the door is mom, lamenting, "and the tube was clogged, probably from that pet hair!" I know she's talking about her new (used) vacuum.
She interrupts herself to ask me how Kelsey is, etc, when my dad blurts out, "Uh, Sar? I was on the edge of my seat about this clogged dry-vac of your mother's when you so rudely interrupted. Can you please go?"
I'm so glad my parents have a sense of humor about the mundanity of married life.
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