I refinished a desk for Mom. I was getting ready to take it to her.
Me, hugging Austin: Have I told you I love you enough today?
Austin: No.
Me: Oh no! What if I get in an accident on the way to Mom’s and die? Then I’ll never be able to tell you I love you enough. I won’t be able to live with myself.
Austin: You won’t have to. You’ll be dead.
Me: Thank you, Mr. Bright Side.
Me, hugging Austin: Have I told you I love you enough today?
Austin: No.
Me: Oh no! What if I get in an accident on the way to Mom’s and die? Then I’ll never be able to tell you I love you enough. I won’t be able to live with myself.
Austin: You won’t have to. You’ll be dead.
Me: Thank you, Mr. Bright Side.
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