snippets

At Saturday breakfast, I smile at the old lady at the table next to us.

Old Lady: You’re so pretty.
Me: Oh, well, thank you.
Old Lady: And you smiled at me. (forlorn) Nobody ever smiles at anyone anymore.

Kinda broke my heart a little.

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He: I have no idea what happened last night.
Me: Nothing happened last night.
He: Okay.
Me: We turned to liquid hot magma and died.
He: I think I fell asleep at 8:00.
Me: Uhm, 7:30.
He: I can’t be conscious in this heat.

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Cooking in the heat.

Me: I made spaghetti. I really suffered.
He: Ohh, baby. It smells like suffering.
Me: Uhm, you’re being sympathetic, right?
He: Of course, hon.
Me: Hm. I was going to tell you the sweat of my suffering is making my yoga pants slide off my body, but now I’m not.