Cheryl and I returned home tonight from a weekend trip. She decided to have a few drinks since she is not working tomorrow.
Me: I’m going to head to bed. Where did you put my purse. You brought it in from the car when we got home.
Cheryl: I was sober when we got home, so I hung it on the closet door where it goes, I think.
Me: You think?
Cheryl: (looking down and feeling all across her upper body) I don’t have it, so yeah, on the door.
Me: I just can’t with you.