Austin’s in his bacon lounge pants and I’m in my jalapeño lounge
pants. The fire detector died, so we needed to get more 9-volt batteries.
Me, deep sigh: So. You wanna get dressed and go into Newark to buy 9-volt batteries?
Austin, also deep sigh: We could go up the street to Family Dollar. They’re the Wal-Mart of our place. They’re probably used to people coming in in their pj’s.
Me, deep sigh: So. You wanna get dressed and go into Newark to buy 9-volt batteries?
Austin, also deep sigh: We could go up the street to Family Dollar. They’re the Wal-Mart of our place. They’re probably used to people coming in in their pj’s.
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