Poetess (at work, listening): calling me now.
I don't think so.
She complains about me,
Then send her over there,
She is going to...
Author: I don't think so either...
About what do?
Poetess: I had soup.
Author: me too.
And the paper from a package made a heart shape.
Poetess: o.. that's nice.
Author: yeah, nice day.
Inner voice: this is not a true story.
Grandma: save us at least from that.
Babysitting kittens since Sunday..one month old..
Poetess: have to go ..
Author: no jokes today.
Only one:
Donald: we will make America great again...close to Apocalypse..
I should read a newspaper...
