A conversation via text message between two girlfriends around 10:30pm one weeknight:
H: I have this slight problem in that I canβt find my pants
N: Ya
N: Ha.
N: I—- [her daughter] scraped her knee and got blood all over mine
N: Which reminds me to move those to the dryer
H: π
[thirty minutes later]…
H: Ah! Iβm almost certain that they are sitting on the shelf in my office π
You know, the usual place to keep one’s blue jeans. π
Post-a-day 2019