The extent of our conversing these days (I am madly doing fundraiser business and Simon is writing a $100,000 dollar grant…and, oh yeah, helping me with fundraiser business. ‘Cause you can’t live with me and not help me. I have this way of sucking people into my exciting vortex):
SIMON. “I just chipped my front tooth.”
ME. “The fake one?”
SIMON. “Yeah, the fake one.” He responds dryly and then opens wide.
ME. “OH MY GOODNESS, THAT LOOKS AWFUL!”
SIMON. “Okay, temper your reaction, please.”
ME. “Sorry…I mean, you still look hot?”
Back to business.
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Very self aware sister.
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