Picture this: It's Sunday morning--the only day of the week that my entire house decides to sleep in. We wake up and groggily stumble to the kitchen where soon everyone has assembled, breakfast in hand (or bowl).
Mindy starts to tell me about a toenail she's losing because she decided to be a rock star and run 13 miles (I don't hate her at all for being able to do that). I, in turn, tell her about the time I lost a fingernail back in college.
"It hurt like a beyotch. I couldn't believe the pain," I say.
"What?" Kaylin pipes up. "What did you guys say about me?"
"What?" I say back, confused. "What are you talking about?"
"I thought I heard you say my name."
"Is that because I said 'beyotch?'"
He he.
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