Me:
Coop’s birthday is coming up.
Me:
We need to do something for him.
Three dots popped up almost immediately.
Just like that, the day felt a little lighter.
Because some things—at least—were still ours to plan.
Bubba:
Already on it. I vote chaos.
I was pretty sure Bubba wasn’t serious about that.
Jake:
Absolutely not. We’ve had enough of that.
Archie:
Depends. How are we defining chaos?
Bubba:
Usually loud and involving fire.
I almost burst out laughing. Cause now I knew Bubba was playing.
Me:
No fire. We’re already unhinged, we don’t need to get arrested.
Jake:
Thank you, Frankie.
Bubba:
I can’t argue with the not getting arrested part.
Jake:
Thank fuck.
Archie:
He likes feeling seen. Lately, he’s been isolating. Let’s start there.
Me:
…did you just get emotionally responsible in the group chat?
Archie:
