Michaela:I need to get back to work. Please don’t feel obligated to send me pictures. I’m deeply humiliated. I’m going to have a long chat with my hands for typing that.
Me:You got me smiling like a loon. See you, Mic.
Michaela:Break a leg, Mo.
Michaela:Moses.
Me:Yes, Michaela?
Michaela:Did you really just send me a crate of gingersnaps?
Me:You said no flowers…
Michaela:This might be the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.
Me:Sweeter than flowers?
Michaela:God, yes. Thank you. I’ve torn through an entire bag already.
Me:For the baby, right?
Michaela:Nope. That one was for me. The next one’s for the baby.
Me:Let me know if you’re craving anything else. It’s yours.
Michaela:Ooooh, the power. *rubs hands evilly* I’ll let you know.
Me:You got me laughing again.
Michaela:Good. You have me smiling.