Y is the mother of twins. I might or might not have offered to buy/smuggle one home with me at one point. Because they are THAT adorable. For the purposes of this blog however, they will be referred to by the very well-thought-out and unique appendages 'Thing 1' and 'Thing 2'.Y: I hate my internet
Me: I sorry
Y: It is messing up so much that it doesn't work
Me: Boo! That happens here too sometimes. Restart? Kick?
Y: It has something to do with the wires themeselves... the cables they aren't the right thing or something.
Me: ew. Suckage
Y: and when I have to the router and modem off, they are UNDER Thing 2's bed. I have to sneak in. SNEAK
Me: wow... just. wow.... and laughing a bit. Bust mostly sympathetic. promise.
I am also picturing you doing ninja rolls.
In a mask.
With swords
Y: I just did.
Me: <3
Y: the kid's head was inches... INCHES from my hands when I reached to touch it.
I could hear him breathing.
And that is why we will always be friends!
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