Yesterday afternoon’s conversation:
Banjo Man: I’m going to town to the Post Office. Do you want to ride along?
Me: Mmmm…no, ’cause then I’d have to brush my hair.
We are in Week 9 of isolation. Self-care has hit a new low. This morning I wrote “shower” on my To Do list.
Last night’s conversation:
We were watching a ridiculous Bachelor spin-off called “Listen To Your Heart”. One of the young female contestants has a habit of wrinkling her nose when she smiles and she was smiling a lot.
Banjo Man: I think I’ll start wrinkling my nose like that.
Me: That would be a pretty big wrinkle.
We spent the next two hours wrinkling our noses at each other and laughing uproariously.