We’ve talked about the fact that I may have a screw or two loose before, haven’t we? I hope so, because if not this is going to come as a total surprise.
Here is the conversation I just had with G over text message:
G: You don’t remember me coming home last night, huh?
b: Um, I vaguely remember you kissing my neck.
G: I got home 30+ minutes before that. You threatened to stab me for not laying correctly.
G: Yeah. You actually reached for the knife, which is why it was on your dresser this morning. I removed it from under the mattress.
Yeah. That just happened. Anyone for a sleepover?