Today for a snack, Melinda opened a plastic pouch of pickles called Munchies. “It says here on the package that they’re the portable pickle for people on the go,” she said.
“I can’t believe there is such a thing,” I said. “Are people really in need of portable pickles?”
“People on the go are definitely in need of portable pickles,” she said.
“I eat portable pickles when I’m on the go all the time,” Missy said.
“Maybe instead of eating the pouches of portable pickles while you’re at home, you can eat the pickles that are in those TWO GIANT JARS taking up all that space in our refrigerator,” I said.
“Good idea,” Melinda said. “I can put them in Ziploc pouches. Then I’ll have my own personal portable pickles.”
“This conversation has really gotten out of hand,” I said.
I Don't Belong Here. 