On the evening of the Fourth of July, Martin and I were driving home from an afternoon of delicious beverages at our good friends' Jenny and Matt's house. I had recently consumed a red beverage which made my lips and tongue very very red.
Me: Don't speed through here. It's a speedzone. There's always cops.
Martin: Okay. Cool-Aid Lips. You look like a little kid. No one is going to take you seriously. That cop will take one look at you, then he'll look at me and be like, ' what are you doing riding around with this girl you could do way better than cool-aid lips.
point taken.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Doggy Dog
This is Aubrey with Fiona.
Aubrey really loved Fiona.
And Fiona really loved Aubrey. They played surprisingly well together.
Me: Well. I was thinking. Maybe we should get a dog. Aubrey really likes animals.
Martin: Yeah. I was thinking the same thing.
Me: It's just that. I don't really know if I like dogs. I always pretend to because everyone loves dogs. But they just don't really do that much for me.
Martin: We had this exact same conversation a year and a half ago only you were talking about kids then. LITERALLY, it was the exact same conversation. Basically word for word.
Monday, July 4, 2011
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