Me: If there’s anyway you can come out to the house at 11:30ish or noon to take Gracie out it would let me keep working until 2 instead of coming home for lunch and take an hour and a half out of an already-short workday.
Gigantor: I can probs swing that
Me: kk – could you come out tonight or tomorrow night so we could do a dry run?
G: What, and have me die in a fire? Apollo 13 taught me that when you practice things, you become a prologue for the protagonist.
Me: . . . .
Me: Oh, and can you bring some matches? No reason.
G: SO I CAN DIE IN A FIRE?!
Me: I SAID NO REASON
Me: So, 7ish? And you’ll bring chick-fil-a?