Before bed Matt and I often sit on the couch and talk for a bit. This is the conversation we had the other night.
Matt: My leg muscle looks deformed.
Me: Ava is going to wake up in a few minutes.
Matt: My knee hurts.
Me: Our cats are 12 years old.
In my defense I was petting the cat at the time I announced their ages, seemingly out of nowhere. We both started laughing at the randomness of our comments and our inability to hold a coherent conversation late at night. I think I will now end all of our conversations with, our cats are 12 years old! <insert jazz hands>
1 comments:
Sounds like some of my conversations with Jim, only, I say "I miss my dog" after he tells me about his back pain or terrible day......
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