“I didn’t see the woman with the brace,” she said from the other room.
“What?” I asked.
I was trying to find a Friday movie for us to go to and was having trouble figuring out what she was mumbling about.
“I didn’t see that woman. It was your own experience.”
The wheels turned a bit, and then I caught up with what she was talking about.
“You’re right,” I said. “It was my own experience.”
“It was your own experience.”
Because it was Friday evening and I was feeling good, I sarcastically added, “Yes, you’re right. It was. It’s my own blog. You can write your experiences to your own blog. Have at it.”
She laughed. I smiled. And now I’m in trouble for telling you this. … But it’s Friday.