Random text messages when I'm about to fall asleep in the tractor:
"Do you ever feel like walking around the house and snapping your fingers?"
"Uh... No."
"Me either."
"I don't believe you."
"Sorry you're married to the weirdest weirdo ever."
"I'm not, but you are."
"Yeah right."
"Yeah. Right."
"You don't walk around the house snapping your fingers and making fake guns with your hands?"
And later, I asked what she was doing because I hadn't heard from her in awhile:
"I was trying to get the dogs to chase rabbits."
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