Everything is GO!

I’m thirsty and I have to pee.

Donald, via voicemail: “… And I’m watching the Pixar Short Films DVD for the third time today. I officially hate Pixar.”

Her, coming closer: “You look so familiar to me.”

Me, looking up and slightly to the left: “Is it because I smell like Bugels?”

Her, speaking very slowly and narrowing her eyes: “I don’t think so.”

Me, tapping my lips with my finger: “Is it because I was just thinking of bubbles, tiny bubbles?”

Her, mouth agape: “…”

Me,  lips pursed and looking about: “Is it because my hands are as soft as a baby’s bottom despite all the hard grueling work I dooooooo… on the computer?”

Her, arms akimbo, biting her lower lip, scowling, and tapping her foot: “No.”

Me, hitting the nail on the head: “Is it because I was supposed to do something for you hours ago and instead spent all afternoon reading comic books?”

Her, returning from whence she came: “Bingo, supeRmaRk! Now go take the trash up, up and away.”