I got up at 6am this morning, and looked at him:
- So, what do you think? I’ll go do this?
- Mmmm — ha? - waking up - Yes, yes, it’s time.
-Wanna come along? - I misjudge his lack of energy for disinterest.
- Yes - and probably thinks to himself ‘yes, dumbass, what kind of question is that?’
I had already read the directions for this thing a couple of times yesterday (on Monday, Chris “approved” the Wednesday or Thursday purchase) so I follow them correctly and place the item on the bathroom sink. We are supposed to wait for a sign.
Chris is sitting on the bathtub. We’re looking at each other in disbelief and anticipation, while peeking at the thing on the sink. It slowly starts to say this:
