Iris: Did you just bite me?
Ivy: No, I’m resting my tooth on you.
Iris: Did you just bite me?
Ivy: No, I’m resting my tooth on you.
Me: We turned out fine!
Ivy: Says someone who hasn’t even begun processing her trauma.
Ivy: It’s true. No one cares about accountants.
(admires new shelf)
Ivy: I love new furniture.
Me: I got it off Kijiji! Off some French people getting deported!
Ivy: His ascending is in SCORPIO!! ABORT MISSION??!?
Me: (stares)
Ivy: No, no, she’s not a bitch. Just a scorpio.
Me: And then he was like, “I’m not mad, I’m disappointed.”
Ivy: You should be like, “GOOD, GET USED TO IT.”
Ivy: OH you’re talking to me, I thought you were talking to yourself.
Ivy: Hey Siri, who made absinthe?
Ivy: (shows phone to me) Hilary Duff.
Ivy: Just found a piece of feta cheese.
Me: (turns)
Ivy: On my pants.
Me: (looks down)
Ivy: And ate it.