Page 2 of Wrong Number, Right Grumpy Lumberjack

You're lying. Nobody deletes things that fast. You screenshot it didn't you

Please tell me you didn't screenshot it

I am a KINDERGARTEN TEACHER

I teach CHILDREN

And I just texted a complete stranger about my underwear purchase Unknown Number: At 6:47 IN THE MORNING

On a TUESDAY

Seven texts in forty five seconds. I count them. My thumb moves before my brain catches up.

Me:

I didn't screenshot it. And it's Tuesday for me too.

Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again.

Unknown Number:

Was that a joke?

Me:

Probably not. I'm told I don't make those.

Unknown Number:

Okay but you kind of did though

“It's Tuesday for me too" has real energy

Like we're both just surviving Tuesdays

Which honestly? Accurate.

I lean against the workbench. Maple lifts her head, studies me. Her tail doesn't wag. It hasn't wagged with any real conviction since Cora died, and I don't blame her. There's not much to wag about around here.

Unknown Number:

I should probably stop texting the stranger I accidentally propositioned

Me:

Probably.

Unknown Number:

And yet

Me:

And yet.

Unknown Number:

See NOW you're making jokes