This morning’s version of David & I’s usual text routine. I’ve been sick and have a hard time sleeping in, so he’s been pushing the whole don’t-wake-up-early thing.
Me: Good morning! I turned of all my alarms but then a crow sat outside my window and squawked for a solid ten minutes, I shit you not. For Christmas I want a pellet gun.
David: Maybe I’ll just get you a super soaker. Happy Friday!