21 ⚜ Misfired Text

[restingstitchface]

[Attached is a single message: it's not the worst he's written, but it's up there.]

Is it unethical to inform children Santa isn't real?

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[marriedmedium]

[There's a brief pause because, like, when is she not drinking.]

Odds are quite good that I was.

[restingstitchface]

Quelle suprise.

May I assume you were talking in the vernacular, at least?

[marriedmedium]

I was being entirely series. Have you never met a Claus yourself?

[restingstitchface]

Serious.

And I've met several gentlemen in costumes.

All disappointing.

[marriedmedium]

Oh, costumes. That's entirely different.

[restingstitchface]

Then may I presume you've also met the real deal?

[marriedmedium]

Like I said, I've met several of the real deal!

[restingstitchface]

Of course you have. One of them being Mr. Jim Beam, I dare say.

[Maybe he just enjoys the argument?]

[marriedmedium]

Jim Beam is a brand, not a person, dear. I think we both know that.

[restingstitchface]

If you say. What was your Santa like, exactly?

[marriedmedium]

He wasn't terribly jolly, if you must know, but that's likely because he was cursed to be a Santa. But it all worked out in the end when he switched curses with our doormen. I hear they're both much happier in their new roles.

[restingstitchface]

Other people's lives always strike us as more fascinating than ours, mundane as they are.

Have you ever become tired of your own life? Considered switching places with somebody else?

[marriedmedium]

Well yes, I suppose I have. It would be very interesting to switch places with my darling Frank and see what life is like from his perspective!

[restingstitchface]

Your darling Frank?

Ah. Your husband, perhaps? You do write about him with affection.

[marriedmedium]

Of course! He's the one who made a Mrs. out of me.

[restingstitchface]

[What's the social protocol for times like this?

Ah, yes.]

Congratulations. How nice for you.

[marriedmedium]

Your insincere gesture is graciously accepted.