Overheard in our home
Apr. 19th, 2008 05:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojChris: ::blinking at my attire:: Brown sweater... pink pants... baby blue socks. ::sigh::
Me: And I'm yours, all yours.
Chris: ::glumly:: I know...
Chris: Why is there always sand in our bed?
Me: No idea. ::pause:: Although maybe I should stop building sandcastles in it.
::pause::
Chris & Me: (simultaneously) No, that couldn't be it.
::both laugh::
Me: You know, someday we're even going to start looking like each other. Which would be a little uncomfortable for both of us, I think.
Me: And I'm yours, all yours.
Chris: ::glumly:: I know...
Chris: Why is there always sand in our bed?
Me: No idea. ::pause:: Although maybe I should stop building sandcastles in it.
::pause::
Chris & Me: (simultaneously) No, that couldn't be it.
::both laugh::
Me: You know, someday we're even going to start looking like each other. Which would be a little uncomfortable for both of us, I think.
