[Phone rings, Frit's ringtone]

Me: Coookie*!

Frit: Good molebing**!

Me: What you doing?

Frit: Just driving. You know. You still alive? How’d you sleep in that house all by youself?

Me: Yep. Not dead. I woke up at like 4:30 and was a little scared, so I locked my bedroom door. That made me feel better and I fell right back to sleep.

Frit: You heard from your parents yet?

Me: Nope. I’m guessing they just stayed over in Charlotte after the concert. No clue. But they’ve got to be back soon, cuz dad has to captain the noon dolphin cruise so … How’s your back feeling?

Frit: Fine. It feels better every day. … How’s the morning been?

Me: Good, nothin’. I woke up at 6:30, went to the beach. Watched the sunrise. Swam. Came home, showered, ate breakfast, got dressed, had a dance party, checked my email. Been answering the Crabbing phone. You know. Just a regular old Monday.

Frit: My favorite part about that whole list was that you had a dance party. … All by yourself.

Me: Well. Cook. I don’t know what to say. Sometimes you just gotta.

Frit: I know you do. I know you do.

[silence]

Frit: K, I’m walking into work.

Me: Alright, talk to you later. Have a great day!

Frit: You too! Talk to you later.

Me: Buh bye!

Frit: Sayonara sucker.

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*One of these days, I’ll write a post about all the nicknames.

**One day I sent Frit a text that was supposed to say “Good morning!” but I mistyped and didn’t proof-read before hitting send. What actually got sent was a text that said, “Good molebing!” It stuck.