I asked my wife if we could get a log cabin for Christmas. She said no.
I said, “But wouldn’t it be awesome to drive up to the mountains and roast chestnuts on an open fire?”
She said, “You can’t find the grocery store without directions, and smoke gives you asthma attacks.”
I said, “We could bring the cat.”
She said, “He hates nature, like me.”
I said, “I can chop wood for the fireplace.”
She said, “You can’t even cut lemon wedges.”
I said, “What about a log chalet?”
She said, “It’s pronounced shall-ay, not shall-it.”
I said, “So we can get one?”
She said, “Hon, take out the trash.”
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