Or, talk to me. Or something. Last night's conversation with the wonderfully talented on-semi-summer-hiatus Molly:
Molly: guess what?
Molly: i might not have to leave my job :D
Molly: I have cold-heartedly stabbed one of my co-workers in the back
Molly: she deserved it, though
Poppy: the one who gets paid a ton but does nothing??
Molly: i got put in charge of her new checklist
Molly: and my boss told me that if she can't get everything done that's on her list every day
Molly: then she's going to get cut to part-time
Molly: and that means...
Molly: more money for me!
Molly: I like ceeeeeeeeereal!
Poppy: I like CHOCOLATE MILK!!!!!
Poppy: I am so happy for you!!!!!
Molly: thanks :)
And for those of you who don't get the potatoes, cereal, chocolate milk thing please go visit Molly and brush up on your Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. And then congratulate her on being truly diabolical. :D