Free: *gasp*How are we even still friends?!?!? *insert shocked face emoji*
Me: Because of the awesome discount you get at KMG!
Free: Oh, yeah. That. I do love the discount. *insert heart-eye emoji*
Me: Anyway, is there a real reason for you bugging me at eight at night on a Saturday? I do have a life, you know.
Free: You do know you’re texting ME, right? I know, for a FACT, that you’re probably wearing pj’s and blasting your horrible 90’s boy band playlist.
Me: That’s creepy.
Free: *sigh* At least put on a bra.
Me: What?!?!? Why?!?! No one is here and it’s practically a law when you get home, you’re supposed to strip off your bra and fling it somewhere in the room!
Free: You speak the truth.
Free: Except…
Free: Wait for it…
Free: You ready?
Free: Here goes…
Free: You’re not actually at home. *gasp*
Free: I’m sorry to have to be the person to tell you! I know you’ve given your heart and soul to that business, but it’s okay to go home every once in a while. In fact, it’s highly recommended.
Me: Shut up. I go home. I have a dog to take care of.
Free: But you don’t deny that you’re wearing pj’s and your bra is flung somewhere in the back room, right?
Me: *insert middle finger GIF*
Free: That’s what I thought. Anyway, inventory can wait. I think you should go home, open a bottle of wine, turn on some Kardashians, and relax in the comfort of your own space for the evening.
Me: Kardashians?
Free: They make everyone feel better about their own lives. We all know this. Why do you think everyone watches their programs?
Me: *grumbles* Fine. I’ll put my clothes back on and head home.
Me: But you’re finishing this inventory next week.
Free: Deal.
Me: I love you.
Free: I know you do. I love you too. That’s why I’m rescuing you from…you.
Me: *insert Grey’s Anatomy hugging GIF*
Free: You’re my person. Now, go home and shower. Drink wine. Watch bad reality TV. And don’t even give Mr. Bad In Bed another thought.
I can’t help but smile.
Me: Done.