Thursday, December 12

You just don't understand how funny I am

The scene: Nightime in the Garrett/Hughson house.
Me: Babe, that’s your phone.
JR: Fuck, it’s a page.
[Phone typing ensues. Deep sighs follow. Computer is retrieved from bag and loud typing commences.]
Me: Are you fixing it?
JR: No, I’m providing judgement.
[I begin to cackle helplessly.]
JR: What? No, not like that.
Me: [more laughter]
JR: You’re going to tweet this, aren’t you?
Tweet it and blog it and Facebook it and Instagram it, if I can figure out how. Are there other social media platforms I can join to share this with the world?

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