A conversation I just had with Victor where I respond entirely in gifs and we still don’t get divorced.
Victor: Are you awake?
Wake up.
Listen. I need you to take your anti-anxiety meds and come be social with a bunch of very nice strangers.
It’s for a holiday party.
It’s for my work.
So you need to fly to South Carolina to meet me.
It’s this weekend so you need to leave tomorrow.
And pack some clothes for me too and pack something warm for Hailey.
I assume you have enough meds to last you through Monday? If not, call and get them filled now.
And get a pet sitter for the animals.
I think you might be overreacting.
You’ll like it. The party will have food.
And there will be cocktails.
You’ll have a good time.
I will be happy if you are there.
And later we can take Hailey to see an aquarium.
Or go ghost hunting.
So, okay?
And I won’t make you leave the house on New Year’s Eve.
Don’t freak out. Everyone will like you.
Just be yourself.
You are so weird.
I know.
I love you too, weirdo.
WTF?
You’re not trash.
It’s fine. Just stop freaking out.
I know. I’ll pick you up at the airport.
You’re welcome.
See you soon.
WHAT.
