Me:Worse. The hot doctor is my noisy upstairs neighbor.
Celeste:Mr. Rogers?
Me:Goddammit, Celeste, you need to start listening to me. Mr. Rogers died.
Celeste:RIP.
Emmy:He’s in my prayers.
Me:Yeah, mine too.
Emmy:Are you taking more medication?
Celeste:Because you took enough before I left to knockout a small horse.
Me:No. Why areyoutwo awake?
Emmy:Levi has a temperature.
Me:Oh no. Hug him from me. Tell him Aunt Madi loves him and will buy him something tomorrow.
Celeste:Julian gave me a temperature.
Me:Celeste, I am incredibly jealous of your sex life with your husband. You’re both gross.
Emmy:Back to the hot doc situation because I refuse to believe this.
Me:I marched upstairs in a robe and the ugliest slippers you’ve ever seen.
Celeste:Hey, they have arch support. I was thinking of you.
Emmy:You climbed stairs?
Me:Don’t.
Celeste:Did he recognize you?
Me:I think so.
Emmy:Did he flirt?
Me:What? Why the hell would he flirt? Honestly, you should see me right now. I would judge him for flirting.
Emmy:Oh, Mads. You need to sleep.
Me:I would LOVE to sleep. Unfortunately, I live under a cardio demon. So now I’m imagining how to murder someone while having a bad back.
Celeste:Text us when you murder him so we can help with alibis.
Emmy:Do not murder your doctor.
Me:I didn’t say I was going to do it. I saidimagine.
Celeste:Get some rest, princess.
Me:Never call me that again.
Emmy:We love you.
