Friday

Tim : "Update- walking out of Meijer with my bags in one hand and my cell phone in the other, also I'm using the non-automatic door because I am ripped and my muscles require constant exercise, and the goodbye-guy says goodbye, so I turn to say goodbye because although I am so ripped, I am also quite polite, and I walked into the non-opening, non-automatic door. Then the goodbye-guy pretended not to laugh. The End."

Tracy: "It's amazing to me most days that you are allowed to run around without a minder."

Tim: "I am quite crafty. Minders are powerless to track me."

Tracy: "What you need is the grown up version of those toddler leashes they sell."

Tim: "Was that mockery? Are you mocking me for walking into things again?"

Tracy: "Maaaaaybe."

Tim: "I will not be leashed, dude. That seriously would put the kabosh on my nighttime ninja excursions."

Tracy: "Bitch, please."

Tim: "That is not the correct vernacular to use in ninja-land."

Tracy: "You are not the ninja boss of me, dude."

Tim: "If my sword was not in the shop, I believe the title of this chapter in the conversation would be 'reckoning'.

Tracy: "Good luck with that, bee boy."

Tim: "Do you have some money I can borrow? I need to get my sword out of the shop, you know, for the reckoning."

Tracy: "No."

Tim: "Scrooge."