HEATHER!

I keep bottled drinks on the door of the fridge. I also kept a bottle of veggie oil on that shelf. Last night, the inevitable happened. 

Ron took a drink of his "purple" drink, or so he thought, spat it out, and began screaming for me. "What did I drink? Some kind of grease?" I took one look at him holding the bottle of vegetable oil, with the "yuck" face, and burst out laughing. Needless to say I'm keeping the veggie oil on another shelf now. 

"It was my fault" he says "I saw a different bottle and thought it was a new drink. I should have asked you." I've had it there for a while, I guess last night he just got "lucky". 

NEVER a dull moment.

I laughed so hard I almost choked to death, coughing.