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.
This nose stuff tells me things are really getting slow back there in Rhode Island!
It’s a little disturbing…