Yesterday morning, I sent my friend a message that she should just kill me now. She wrote back that she would. We both laughed, because it is funny and we laugh at our misery. Actually, so you get the sense of my urgency in the matter, what I really said was just fucking kill me already. This is a sentence Karen and I say to each other on an hourly basis. It's nothing really new. And of course my friend wasn't really going to kill me. At least that is what I thought.
I got up from my desk and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth when 30 seconds after my friend agreed to kill me, my very sophisticated Earthquake Alert System (photo on the left) started to sound. Tooth paste was flying everywhere, framed art was sliding off my mantel, the earth beneath my feet was rolling, and books were falling off shelves. Oh great. My friend controls the earth.
I hate it when my friends hide their secret powers from me.
*One of the things that broke is a framed leaf from Nana's funeral! OOOOHHH! Is Nana sending me a message? How weird. The leaf did not break, just the frame. The leaf is still ok. Hmmmm.
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