Hard cleaning math, bra optional living, and what one needs to know to be titled “friend”.
BOSSY: I’m trying to do the math on how long we will need to be in isolation before my house is actually clean and organized. I has taken us 4 Saturday’s (and counting) just to tackle the kids rooms. I have calculated we have 17 more room/spaces that will need the same. If they each take 5 Saturdays, I will require 85 Saturdays to get my house organized the way I would like. This will take me 21 months, meaning we will need to be in isolation until approximately January 2022…I don’t know how to feel about that.
QUITTER: Sign me up, not to get organized during that time period, just to socially isolate. Week 5 and I haven’t worn grownup pants or a bra yet. I’m taking free boobin’ in it to a new level
BOSSY: I appreciate your support of a 21 month social isolation period in order for me to clean my house the way a normal person likely could do it just in a weekend but I worry about what your life will look like after that long. I mean, I am going to be screaming “Free Boobin’ It” to all strangers as I keep 2 meters from them on the sidewalk, but…
QUITTER: OMG, please wear a head cam when you scream “Free Boobin’ It!” to random people on the street. I NEED to see the reactions. Oh and quick question – is a Wookie costume with melted cheese on it appropriate work from home wear? Asking for a friend.
BOSSY: That’s a lot of pressure. You know I like to look at my feet when I’m screaming. Re: Wookie. If you’re now costuming for work calls, I need to up my game. Melted cheese type, please?
QUITTER: Gouda…do you even know me any more?
BOSSY: We’re in the upside down now. I assume nothing.
QUITTER: Nothing excuses you from forgetting my cheese preferences. Pfff! So is drinking wine from a plastic super gulp mug socially acceptable now?
BOSSY: If it is being fully used – yes. And if it is bubbly wine, which I know is your favourite…as I try to redeem myself from the cheese mishap.
QUITTER: LOL, based on your misspelling here I suspect you might already be into the “bubbly,” wine. But apology accepted (Quitter said between slurps of bubbly wine from her Big Gulp cup.)
BOSSY: Wait! What misspelling!? Seriously I have no idea. And I wish I could excuse it with drinking but it’s cuz I’m groggy from a nap.
QUITTER: How dare you rub your nap in my face!
BOSSY: Isn’t it Sunday?
QUITTER: It’s Blurmsday, Bossy. Blursmday.