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Me: What time does your flight arrive?
Him: 9:30, but by the time I get across town and checked in, it’ll be close to 11. And that’s only if the flight’s not delayed.
Me: Oh. That’s right out, then. I turn into a pumpkin at 10 that night.
Him: How about if I give you a wake-up call the next morning?
Me: What, at my house? Before the kids get up?
Him: Oh, right. Guess that wouldn’t work so well.
Me: No no, I think it’s fine! You’ll probably catch me right in the middle of cooking breakfast.
Me: I can flip pancakes with one hand and jack you with the other.
Me: Mind your ass tho. That bacon’s splattery.



