Everything's bigger in Texas

Matt spent the week in Dallas this week and he was thoughtful enough to ask me what I wanted him to bring home for me.

This is how I responded:

"Oh gee. You know those Budweiser bottles they make in Texas and how they have special labels? Could you bring me a beer bottle so I can see one?"

About 10 minutes after I got off the phone, I realized that I found the Genie's lamp and wasted my wish on a beer bottle. Not even a full one I could drink to ease the pain of my stupidity.

My roommate chided me, "You really blew that one."

I wanted to call him back and holler, "Baby, bring me back some of that Texas gold!" but the beer bottle looks nice on my bookshelf.