Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Beating a dead horse

Laurie was out somewhere over the weekend, and I needed to know if she would be home for dinner or not. Hence the following conversation (modified into English from text-speak).

Me: You alive out there?
Laurie: Yep. Am enjoying snooty coffee.
Me: OK, just making sure you didn't run away to be a stripper.
Laurie: If I decide to do that, I promise to leave a note.

You can never be too sure when it comes to your little sister.

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