I’ve been brooding heavily for the last half of this week. Still, there have been bright spots. When I was awfully quiet and staring out the restaurant window during my weekly dinner with my parents, Erin said to me:
ERIN: If you don’t stop brooding I’m going to check for eggs.
ERIN: Just like a hen!
ME: Why do you want to goose me?
ERIN: What, are you chicken?
ME: You’re a quack.
ERIN: Oh, that’s foul!
My parents looked rather bemused indeed.