The Evening Off

“Where’s the baby?”, she asked me.
“…she’s…she’s where babies go”, was my very serious answer. An answer to which I was very committed, and which didn’t draw any suspicion in my brain.

What they heard was I’ve never grown a baby in my belly.

Like. I don’t know where tf babies go when they’re ONE. They go to the washroom. And they go for a breast. Also, they have little places they attend that aren’t kindergarten.

The answer they were looking for was Daycare. Which to me is exactly the same thing as ‘where babies go’.

I never laugh as hard as when I am with these two women; in part because they are insanely hilarious, and also because they are among the few who bring out the absolute funniest side of me. Our time together is like a stand-up comedy routine.

Straight up, if I’m going to laugh hard enough to actually wet myself, it’s only while with these two.

Today, I am grateful for:
1. These few hours off.
2. Friendships, wherein the bond therein is literally unbreakable. (Am I making English sense?)
3. Hysterical laughter, which has (scientifically-proven) healing properties.

Ottawa | Day 295 | September 21, 2019

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