Me: Don’t even tempt me.
Me: The girls and I are going to have a group meeting in a few minutes to decide what to do.
Vex: Oh?
Me: We usually do something wild the first night.
Vex: Wild?
Me: Dinner and a show are wild for us. Don’t get all twitchy over there.
Vex: I don’t get twitchy. I get trigger-happy.
EEEK! Though it says something about the change in our relationship that Vex can joke around with me about stuff like that.
Me: Haha. What are you going to do without me for a whole week?
Vex: Worry.
Me: ?
Vex: Are you going to do the same?
Maybe
Me: I’m going to lay in this big bed and wish your arms were around me.
I snap a picture of me on the bed and send it to him.
Vex: Dahl, you do know I don’t have that much willpower. Can I please come?
Me: Nope. I’m sharing a room with two other people. You’d scare them. And I won’t be in here much. We’ll probably do midnight sprint sessions.
And gossip. It’s impossible for us to get together and not chatter like a bunch of birds.
Vex: You’re going to the gym?
Now that’s funny.
Me: LOL. No. We sprint, or type as many words as we can in a set time, to get in all the words we’ll miss out on through the week.
Vex: That sounds like work.
Kinda is.
Me: But it doesn’t feel like work.
Vex: Are you going to eat any vegetables this week?
Me: Probably not
Vex: Dahl
Me: Have I told you how cute you are?
Vex: We’ll have brussel sprouts when you get back.
Me: I’m shaking in my boots.