I think I’m going to reply with “GRRRR.”
A little while ago, I was lying on my comfy, comfy bed. Very cozy. Trying to come up with a word doodle.
My phone made it’s textynoise.
It was The Monkey.
“Can you bring me my ipod because you love me so much!!!!!!”
So I did.
But first I texted back “LAZY.”
And it is fucking cold out.
I’m generally impervious to cold. Just now tested that theory.
I got there and passed her the ipod. She checked to make sure the Jay-Z song she wanted was on it.
I was getting ready to leave — after a little fight about whether or not she said “Thanks” — and told her if I had known how cold it was, she’d still be waiting for it.
I just got back home and my phone rang again. Another text from her.
“I know. I will admit it! I knew it was cold too and didn’t want to go out and freeze my butt off! So really I am the smart one!!!”
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