Me: My knee's gross.
Belle: WHAT?
Me: You know. Where I fell. It's gross looking.
Belle: What in the world are you talking about?
Me: What are YOU talking about?
Belle: Why would you think money's gross?
Me: What we have here is some miscommunication...
We both laugh hysterically at something that isn't even that funny.
But I'm working. She's home sick. There's gotta be a break in the monotony so we took advantage of the closest thing we had. Leave it to two females...
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