E: Totally fine. I'll come visit and send you a shank in the mail.
K: I'm going out in a blaze of glory. Gimme some matches.
E: What you don't have a silver lighter with enamel flames on it?
K: Left it at home. Next to my bomb making kit.
E: Hate it when that happens.
Text convo in reference to my current time killing job... nannying 3 children. 10 yr old boy who thinks he knows everything, 4 yr old boy who... is... 4... 'nough said, and an 18 mo old girl. Rethinking this whole 'get married and have kids' trend I've been seeing lately.
Procreate? Me? Nah, I'm good. I think the world will thank me later.
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