I noodged down between the cushions and The Skimmer on the couch this morning. Suddenly, I heard a THWUMP!
“What was that?!”
He muttered, “Huh?”
“What was that?! Here, move! I can’t get up. I’m too squished!”
The Skimmer, hugging a pillow, slowly rolled off the couch onto the floor, wedging himself between the couch and the coffee table.
Standing over The Skimmer, all wedged in, I said, “Eh, Jack just knocked a cracker box off the counter. Gonna go get a paper?”
“You go.”
“I went last week. We need a paper. And donuts! I’m hungry!”
“Eat a cracker.”
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