DREW (flopping into the bed and onto my arm): Ooof. Sorry!
ME (sleepy): What happened, I thought you were determined to come home at 4.
DREW: I did.
ME: It’s 6 am.
DREW: Is it? How did that happen?
ME: You went to the Phoenix at 4. You sent me a text.
DREW: Oh yeah! I went to the Phoenix. It was a crazy night, I needed to ground myself with those guys. I smoked pot with J—. Did you get my texts?
ME: Yes, I got the one.
DREW: Yeah…*COUGH COUGH COUGH*
ME: Andrew, why did you smoke pot when you’ve been sick for three weeks and you’re just getting over it?
DREW: *COUGH COUGH COUGH*…I didn’t smoke pot.
ME: Yes, you did.
DREW: No, I didn’t.
ME: You just TOLD me you did.
DREW: Ohhhh….I did? *COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH*
ME: Please go drink a glass of water and take some cough syrup.
DREW (not moving out of the bed) : Oh…Okay. *COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH*
*COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH COUGH*
ME: I’m going to kill you when you’re sleeping, you know that right? I’m going to take a pillow and smother you when you pass out and then I’m going to blog the circumstances and no one that knows us will blame me.
DREW: You are such a…*COUGH COUGH COUGH*...buzzkill. Hey, what time is it? Look, the sun’s up already, that’s weird.
MISS ANTHROPE'S HOUSE OF HIGH DRAMA 
HAH!
Yes, boys are dumb.
And boys on THC trying to be defensive are something more… there should be a new word for what that is. Dim-weeded?
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Maya, that's BRILLIANT!
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It's amazing what we'll let cute people get away with! 😉
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