It’s a gray day that’s a little too warm.. especially when, you know, the cooler isn’t on yet. (That’s tomorrow and we will survive til then.)
So we’re laying on the couch, a little bored as I get rid of a headache and Rick naps a little.. I sit up and he asks what I’m going to do.
Rick- Gonna play your game? (Referring to The Legend of Zelda Tears of the Kingdom, in which I am stuck trying to fly into a stupid storm. I’m actually afraid of heights and this part is a little anxiety inducing)
Me- Gonna stop picking on me as much? Notice I didn’t say ‘at all’, because I understand reality.
Rick- I’m not picking on you! I’m giving advice!
Me, imitating Rick- ‘Oh hey, how bout next time you don’t fall and die’… THAT IS NOT ADVICE
Rick- Sure it is! It’s something you shouldn’t do next time.
Me, sighing- Now I have to go write this up.
Rick- You’re just stalling now.
Me- That’s right! Can’t die if I’m writing and I will keep on staving off the death! /marches down the hall to scribble this down
Curiouser and Curiouser 