OK, so we just walked around the block to the video rental store and drive in, but that's about what "on the town" means around here...and "night" can be loosely defined as some-time-before-the-conservative-hour-at-which-the-whole-town-shuts-down.
Good News: The drive in has Piccadillies!
(But ask for "Chips")
And Thursdays are dollar video rental days!
(There isn't a redbox within 30 minutes of us)
And Thursdays are dollar video rental days!
(There isn't a redbox within 30 minutes of us)
Anywho...
On our walk back home, Ollivander spotted a cat walking our way and reached for it. Jesse and I saw his interest and started making cat noises, like silly parents do, to see if he would mimick us.
The cat got closer and I exclaimed, rather dramatically, "Watch out, that thing looks rabid!"
"Rabid?" Jesse asked. "Rabid...really? That cat is not rabid."
"I know," I replied. "I was making a joke...I thought I was funny." (which is generally the case)
"Oh," said Jesse. Then he sorta laughed and went back to meowing at Ollie.
Apparently I've been a little too serious lately...
*I just heard Jesse from the other room laugh about Ollie drooling and licking him...now who's rabid?
Heavens, too funny. I miss you guys!
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