Just got off the phone with SuperT.
“Soooo, maybe a sleepover?”
“My house or your house?”
“Woo, cool! Thanks! I was just thinking how it would be nice to have a Saturday morning…”
“Haha, I’m a morning sex person too!”
“Oh me too. It’s not like it’s not possible, with cartoons and all, but that can be sort of tense.”
“You know it.”
We understand each other well… That’s what friends are for! Anyway, that’s the real story behind sleepovers. They rock because the people whose house the sleepover isn’t at get to have a raucous fabulous time.
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