10.7k; "I don't think angels lay eggs"

So aside from all that married/happily ever after stuff, I'm really looking forward to living with someone my own age again. Not that I don't really like my parents, but there's a certain kind of crazy banter that I don't really have with them. I miss the weird in jokes and bizarre conversations that one gets because it's a normal tuesday night and nobody really wants to get up and go to work tomorrow morning.

Getting back on track with the wordcount. Caroline has thrown a rock at the harp of bone, and followed the piglet to the sorcerer's horse. Only I keep forgetting that she hasn't actually decided that he's definitely a sorcerer yet.