The scene: STM is trying to make a smoothie, I am trying to clean up the kitchen, Wil is trying to drive us crazy. It is 6:30 on a Sunday morning and he is 100% unmedicated and ready to roll. We are under-caffeinated and cursing the 3-day weekend. I rinse an empty plastic vitamin bottle and throw it in the recycling bag under the sink.
STM: Why do you rinse it? It's not dirty, just throw it in there.
ME: Because you're supposed to, and I like to follow the rules.
STM: You go through life trying not to be the problem, don't you?
ME: Yes, and I think everyone should go through life trying not to be the problem! Do you know how many problems we'd have in the world if everyone tried to not be the problem?
WIL: 22!
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3 comments:
Carrie, is 22 a new number now for Wil? Why he said that particular number?
No idea why he said 22 - probably the first number that popped in his head!
Amen, sistah!
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