Plastic Cups

A couple days ago Luke and I stopped by HEB to pick up a few things before we went over to Jay and Morgan's (Luke's best friend and his fiance) apartment for dinner. After we had picked out a cake for dessert and I grabbed some dog food and paper towels, Luke and I had a small conversation that went something like this...

Me: Do we need anything else while we're here?

Luke: I need some plastic cups.

Me: Why?

Luke: Because you suck at doing the dishes. 

This is so not true. I just can't wash them as fast as he uses them. What a punk!

 {just being us}