me: It's been three weeks since we had breakfast at the Fair? Gaddd, time flies.
Joy: I know. I can tell you I've considered coming into the fair at least three times since but it's always been at like 8:30 so I knew you weren't in. Gah the heart breaks!
me: I mean, don't let me not being here stop you from croissants and cakes.
Joy: But you are my joy and half of my excuse for living.