Girls, girls, girls

A conversation via text message between two girlfriends around 10:30pm one weeknight:

H: I have this slight problem in that I can’t 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: πŸ˜‚

[thirty minutes later]…

H: Ah! I’m almost certain that they are sitting on the shelf in my office πŸ˜‚

You know, the usual place to keep one’s blue jeans. πŸ˜›

Post-a-day 2019