Her: Hey. How’s your day?
Me: Fine. Chickadee’s class sang at school. There were bongo drums. My head still hurts.
Her: But was it cute?
Me: I can’t get warm today.
Her: Me either. It’s gross out.
Me: Why does it seem colder when it rains in December than when it snows??
Her: That’s true. I dunno. Cuz it’s damp? Or something?
Me: We should be scientists.
Her: Yes. Except no.
Her: I was on the phone until 11:30 last night.
Me: Wow. Hey! Guess what I was doing last night!
Me: Not talking on the phone! No! Because my phone? Never rang!
Her: Oh. I’m sorry.
Me: Yeah, well. Maybe tonight.
Her: Maybe. I don’t know.
Her: Men are too complicated.
Me: Yup. Also they suck. Not in the good way, most of ’em.
Her: Okay. Um. Hey! It’s cold out.
Me: Yeah, I’m freezing.
Her: So I’ll call you later.
So much brainpower, so little of import