Britta: So what’s going on with the boy?
Me: He’s coming home a week early from vacation, and we’re hanging out Wednesday.
Britta: I’ll need details. Nervous?
Me: A little.
Britta: Take one of your Ativan.
Me: I don’t have any Ativan. I have ADDEROL…lol…I don’t think being able to clean his entire house is a good move.
Britta: I got a bunch when my mom was passing, I might have extra. They’re great, you’ll be super relaxed.
Me: I don’t need tranquilizers! I need to take a deep breath, not take a shit on his couch.
Britta: LOL…true…well, if you change your mind.
Me: Sure, if I want to take a shit on his couch, I’ll give you a ring.