who's a dork?
Few days ago, I'm on the phone with bleukarma, talking Potter theories, while Colby bustles back and forth, packing things for the apartment. And we're going ALL OUT with the Potter theories. All the little snake-arms and tailings of stuff that, grand scheme, probably isn't that important.
Colby rushes in from his porch with wind chimes in one hand and a garden gnome in the other. He stares at me critically for a second.
He: "Are you still talking about Harry Potter? Dork."
Me: "Says the person HOLDING A GNOME."
And now, I must rush to make me presentable because bleukarma and I are going to see Potterflick Five in, like, 30 minutes. YAY.
Colby rushes in from his porch with wind chimes in one hand and a garden gnome in the other. He stares at me critically for a second.
He: "Are you still talking about Harry Potter? Dork."
Me: "Says the person HOLDING A GNOME."
And now, I must rush to make me presentable because bleukarma and I are going to see Potterflick Five in, like, 30 minutes. YAY.