We went to a 280 last Tuesday night. I was…unexpected, in the “wow, jessi can be suggestive kind of way.” It happens every once in a while. Just ask my friends from college.
While we were in the cab, Jacob laughed and said, “I guess this is payback for all the times I made you uncomfortable and you mutter about living with boys.”
“That’s not really discomfort,” I replied.
“If you could describe what you mean when you mutter about living with boys in one word, what would it be?”
“Disgust!”
“Oh.”
Just sayin’.
Ha!