The household.

The sister comes downstairs

Sister: You've gotten shorter

Me: Since this morning?

Sister: I don't know. Since I last saw you stand up.

Me: I have gotten shorter since this morning.

Sister: I know. Everyone does.

Me: I know.

The sister goes upstairs.

Welcome to my household. These conversations happen.

I told my dog today that he in no way resembled a lima bean.

Um this is my life.

Now I'm trying to figure out whether optimistic nihilism makes any sense.

Love always,
Clara