Lindsay and I were made to be roommates. Today, we were at the symphony pops concert (which was great!) and while we were waiting for it to start, Lindsay and I were making silly conversation. When I say we, I mean mostly I, because I think I’m usually the one that starts being weird. However, Lindsay provides a strong second leg, so things usually progress relatively well. In this particular conversation, we started off pretty normal: talking about the sky not having a cloud in it (the weather was GORGEOUS). Which naturally transitions to Lindsay remarking about my great clown potential. I resented this statement, and told her as much, logically justifying that I have neither a red nose nor shoes 10 sizes too large. At which point Lindsay clarifies that I would make a good cloud. Proceed to deliberate about what kind of clouds we would like to be and what they should be named. Obviously the Rare Red-Nosed Cumulonimbukowski, in my case.
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