So Wim and I spent some quality time together tonight. We went to happy hour with McCarthy and then we spent an hour trying to figure out where to eat...Finally we got some dinner. Here is a basic summary of our conversation:
Wim: this is good
Me: yea. I can't breath out of my nose
Wim: My Macaroni is cold
Me: I can't breathe out of my nose. I am dying.
Wim: lets watch a movie
Me: ok. I am dying. Please take my to the teet so I can get some meds.
Wim: Ok. Can we walk there?
Me: In the dark? Across the Highway? Half drunk?
Wim and me: Yes Please.
This is why wim and I get along. Always on the same page.