The Cat Litter Story

The other day after Brad had been home for awhile he needed to get something from the closet where Piper sleeps(aka Pipe's room). A minute or two later he arrives back out in the living room and asks me how come there's a 42 lb. bag of cat litter in Pipe's room? I was slightly baffled. Is this a trick question? I responded, "What do you mean? Piper needed litter and I got some for her box." Now Brad is the one appearing baffled! We were taking turns giving each other baffled expressions.

He then says, "I don't get it!" My response, "Get what? She needed litter, I bought litter." Brad then says, "But it's a 42 lb. bag, the biggest they make."  I then explain I got a great deal on it. Brad interjects, "I'm confused...you lifted a 42 lb. bag of litter off the store shelf and put into a basket? Then took it out of the basket, put it in the Pathfinder? Then unloaded it and carried it down these long hallways to our place? How is that possible, it's a 42 lb. bag?" I chime in with, "Yes, to all. Oh and I had the boys with me." His response, "The story gets better. I still don't get it." Well all I could come back with was, "I workout!" Brad said, "I still don't see how you managed to do all that. Once again, I say, "Honey, I workout!"

I really didn't understand at the beginning of his questioning what he was getting at. I didn't think anything about the size. I saw the sale price and went for it. Nope, I didn't even think twice about how to carry it or lift it. I just do what needs to be done.