Friday, September 21, 2007

In which S fails to look at the mirror for the first time in her life

I wrote my work schedule on the mirror in our room so S would stop asking me when I worked. And yet, we have this exact conversation every single day at around 3 pm:

S: Are you working today?
M: Yes. See? On the mirror? It's Thursday.
S: Oh. What time are you working?
M: Do you see what it says right below "Th?"
S: ...No.

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