coronavirus ramblings #1

Master, crawls into bed.

Me (as I’m scrolling through pages of dishware): Maybe we should get new dishes for our new apartment.

Him: I think we have plenty.

Me (keeps scrolling): …..

Me: …and don’t say , “You’re turning into your mother.”

Him: I don’t have to.

Me: Good…cause I said it for you.

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