The other day my husband ran into the kitchen with the most impish smile on his face. He looked like a little boy on Christmas who has just gotten the toy of the century, such was his delight. "I'm going to run this statement through the paper shredder."
We don't have a paper shredder.
I watched on in amused silence as he ran the kitchen water and garbage disposal. He cackled maniacally as the bank statement disappeared.
Strange? Yes. Brilliant? I'd say so.
