From 5 minutes ago:
She rolls over and says, “Oh. Um…”
Me: Yes?
Heather: The crab… bag…
Me: Yes?
Heather: When we got it…did you take any?
Me: Yeah. They were good. Did you get any?
Heather: Um. I… don’t… know. Then proceeds to roll back over.
How come I can’t have dreams about crabboils?? My dream is usually the dream where you see yourself standing on a pyramid in sort of sun god robes with 1000 naked women throwing tiny pickles at you. Why am I the only one who ever has that dream?
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’cause you are the only one with a tiny pickle being rejected by thousands of women, thereby deflating your enormous ego.
No, I’m sure that’s not it. My ego hasn’t been deflated.