I obviously have my priorities in order.
Me: I am TIRRRRRED today.
DK: Do some coke and jumping jacks - that'll fix ya right up.
Me: Pure genius right thuuuurrrr.
DK: Yes. Again, reason for me to be a doctor. But also an MD, in addition to PhD.
Me: Excellent. LOTS of letters after your name. I was just telling Linds that we need a pharmacist in the family.
DK: PhD = piled higher and deeper. Ah yes - good thought.
Me: Care's RN really does us no good.
DK: She needs to call Beyoncé and get an UPGRAAADEE!!
Me: No you did NOT.
DK: Yes, I just Direct TV'd all up in this bitch.
Me: I am guilty of singing a DC [that's Destiny's Child for all you haters] song today - it definitely happened.
DK: It's okay. I found myself listening to a song the other day and liking it, then found out it was a Taylor Swift song. That cannot be allowed to be found out by the male population.
DK: ... wow, I used found 3 times in that last message.
Me: ARE YOU taking coke and doing jumping jacks?
DK: * begin Jim Carrey in Dumb and Dumber mode * "It feels like you're running at an incredible rate!!"
Me: This convo has become reeeedic. I'm going to go because I really need to get back to finding out where all the vending machines with chocolate are within 100 yards of my office.
