Good Slacks and a Sensible Blouse
Me: what a difference an hour shorter of sleep makes! I sound like my mother.Whitney: I now get anxious about how much sleep I get, like, if I go to bed late I think of how PAINFUL it will be.
Me: it's a sickness.
Whitney: it's called GROWING UP! Augh, and it sucks.
Me: but parts of it are good! We have access to more things! We've done most of the hard stuff! That's what she said!
Whitney: you should come over and watch stories with me.
Me: I promise not to bring pudding this time.
