We’ve been wanting to go out to this remote area in the county so we can try to get milky way photos. Or is it photos of the galaxy? Regardless, it’s the awesome sky photos with all of the stars and colors.
Me: I wish we could bring a gun to that area when we go.
Me: What if we encounter something like meth heads or ghosts? Or zombies?
Rich: A gun won’t work on a ghost.
Me: I do still have my pepper spray that works.
Rich: I do not want to get that close to a meth head to spray them in the face with pepper spray. Not to mention if it’s windy and it ends up in our eyes.
Me: That’s why we take the gun.
Rich: We could always bring a baseball bat.
Me: Which still won’t work on a ghost.
We were at a restaurant and the waiter had brought us more fries even though we had fries. He thought the first ones weren’t cooked right but they were perfect. Rich finishes his fries and takes the new ones and moves them.
Me: What are you doing with the fries? Those are half mine.
Rich: I was just moving them. You’re pretty selfish with your food.
Me: During the apocalypse, I will cut you over a pork chop.