Memphré: "Did you register us for winter swim yet?"
Me: "No, I'm getting to it, a little later ok?"
Memphré: "But we need to register soon or we won't get a spot."
Me: "We'll get a spot don't worry, Phil will hold one for us. Besides, it's a virtual event this year, lots of room for everyone! And, Memphremagog is literally your home, of course you're invited to the party!"
Memphré: "But if he doesn't know we're joining the chilly swimmie tribe fun this year too, he won't know to save us a spot. I miss everyone so much, I want to see everyone's jammies and blow them all kisses on the computer since we can't be together this year."
Me, feeling a little shitty: Drops everything, grabs laptop and digs into purse for wallet.
Me: "Sorry about that pickle, we're all registered now. All better?"
Memphré: "Send him the selfie I took ok, so he remembers me. Also can you pick me up some Barr Hill vodka too? Don't worry I won't overdo it this time, probably."
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