me: Breaking news. S has a class in town on Thursday, so she is coming down tomorrow night to stay with me.
k: That bitch!
me: How dare!
k: I guess I'll go kill myself then.
me: DON'T DO IT. JUST DON'T DO IT. THE HEAVENS AREN'T READY FOR YOU. YOU STILL HAVE MORE WORK TO DO ON EARTH.
k: Tell S she'll have to live with that on her conscience for the rest of her life. I am going to turn the bedazzler gun on my own face. And chug sequins. And snort paint.
me: I'm waiting to hear back from her to see if she is staying the weekend. I don't know. If that is not the case, wanna hang Thursday? Or Sunday night? OR EVER AGAIN IN THE HISTORY OF OUR LIVES?!?!?
k: How about YES.
me: How about CORRECT ANSWER.
k: How about THURSDAYS MEANS PROJECT RUNWAY MEANS YOU WILL NOT BE ALLOWED TO TALK.
me: I LOVE IT.
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