Recently in a conversation someone said something that made me disproportionately happy. We were talking about how we both ended up unusually having a whole heaps of things to do on a particular day that something was happening at Will's school. She was saying that the final straw was when the tree surgeon called after 6 weeks of waiting and said, "Oh can we do that today" and she though "Oh you're shitting me!".
And that was it.
"You're shitting me."
I live in a place where I know a couple of handfuls of people and only one of them outside of my family has a comfort level with me that would allow them to swear in my presence.
Now there are two. Awesome.
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