He: “So, the top one’s been washed, the bottom one hasn’t been, yet. Yes?”
She: “Yes. Sigh.”
He: “So what we have here is the incredible shrinking placemat?”
She: “[grumble]”
He: “Since the fabric on the top one’s wrinkled, I guess that what’s shrunk is the batting.”
She: “That’s what it looks like to me.”
He: “So does that mean that the ratio between the washed and the unwashed placemat is the batting average?”
She: “[…] Why do I keep you?”
He responded: You know exactly why you keep me.
She said: Yeah, it’s because you fund my sewing habit.
He said: Save it for the comments.
She thought: I will, but maybe I’ll also admit that I love the way his mind works. She thought some more. Nah.
He: “My mind works? Who knew?”
It does Charles! And I’m appreciating it… cuz Lord KNOWS I’m misssssing my baseball!!!