No one likes saying goodbye. But me and Sean hate it the most.


Sean: So it’s just going to be me and Izzy for the Mayan apocalypse. I’m going to have to weave a satchel.

Me: out of Izzy’s fur?

Sean: (indignant) NO, Mary…I’m going to weave a satchel *for Izzy*, to carry Izzy in, when we have to run from the Mayans.

Me: Sean, the Mayans aren’t coming back. That’s not how the Mayan apocalypse works..

Sean: Yes they are, but they’re only going to rapture some of us up. Only fellow Mayans.

Me: I think you got your apocalypse fables mixed up.


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