But we don’t even use Hefty trash bags in our house, we use Glad.  Clearly he didn’t think through that one.  And then of course Roomatt overhears the conversation and calls me ‘trashy’ next time I pass him in the living room.  Thanks guys.

Unfortunately, I can’t remember the original context since the joke’s been around for a while.  It is quite likely that I was sprawled out on top of Will on the couch and he just really wanted some Gatorade and had to push me off to get it.  Sorry not sorry.  I choose to see it as a compliment, since I will admit that I do a hefty amount of cuddling.


Edit:  After reading this, Will would like to add that he also thinks I’m strong and hold up well to messes.

At least he tried.