Please Don’t Ask Me If They Match!

Beth and I spent a few kidless hours Christmas shopping today. For the most part it was a lot of fun. We browsed at Borders, we bought a Bose Sound Dock for the Ipod. We bought gooey cookies at Mrs. Fields. However, there was a price to be paid. We spend an endless, monotonous, painful fifteen minutes at Macy’s shopping for clothes for Beth’s mom. Despite my pleas and non-comittal grunts, she kept asking me my opinion on fashion choices for my mother-in-law. As I waited, I composed a Haiku:

Shopping with the wife

Mother in law needs a skirt.

Inside, I’m screaming.