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Rachelle: Really?!!
Rachelle: Wow!! Having Lyle Lovett like one of your Tweets is amazing! That must be a real feather in your cap!
Rachelle: I’m proud of you, Pickle!
Rachelle: Yes, of course I do.
Rachelle: He’s one of The Avengers, isn’t he?
Rachelle: The Jewish one.
Rachelle: The one who could turn himself into a plane that’s also a tiger.
Rachelle: Oh.
Rachelle: I thought one of The Avengers could do that.
Rachelle: And that they embraced all religions, that they fought for freedom of religious expression and each hero represented a great faith.
Rachelle: Oh.
Rachelle: Well, I guess I don’t know who Lyle Lovett is then.
Rachelle: Hmm, a musician.
Rachelle: No, none of those songs are familiar to me.
Rachelle: Just before my time, I guess.
Rachelle: Not a dig, Pickle. You’re just a lot older than me.
Rachelle: No, I’d say 12 years is a lot. Anything double digits.
Rachelle: What??
Rachelle: He was married to Julia Roberts?
Rachelle: You mean the guy who looks like a scarecrow/funeral director is Lyle Lovett?
Rachelle: Wow.
Rachelle: It’s true, personality does counts for a lot.
Rachelle: And yes, it is almost as if Julia Roberts liked your Tweet!
Rachelle: Aww, that’s sweet!
Rachelle: Well, if I’m your Pretty Woman, you’re my little Lyle Lovett!
Rachelle: Yes, my power skating class is over and I’ll be home soon.
Rachelle: With the wings.
Rachelle: Extra mild. Sauce on the side. Extra wet naps. No carrot stick taller than the others. As always.
Rachelle: It’s a little bit of a serial killer kind of order, you know.
Rachelle: That was auto correct.
Rachelle: I wrote “You’re a sweet kind of order.”
Rachelle: Well, auto correct works in mysterious ways.
Rachelle: Through a glass darkly and all of that.
Rachelle: Yes, you probably will start getting ads in you Facebook feed for serial killer things now.
Rachelle: Well, they say technology knows you better than you know yourself, Pickle!
Rachelle: Oh, I’m kidding, honey.
Rachelle: You’re no serial killer.
Rachelle: In fact, you would be the worst serial killer in history.
Rachelle: Well, your allergies to start. Always blowing your nose and sneezing. You’d be detected straight away!
Rachelle: And then there’s your general physical and mental weakness. Serial killers have to be on the ball! I bet serial killers get 10 hours of sleep a night!
Rachelle: Ha Ha!! I know, I would kill for 10 hours of sleep, too!
Rachelle: But look, the fact that you could never be a serial killer is a compliment, not an insult.
Rachelle: I know, these are confusing times.
Rachelle: The falcon cannot hear the falconer.
Rachelle: It’s from a poem.
Rachelle: I think the falconer is the person who dresses the falcon when they go hunting. Picks out the outfits. Not positive.
Rachelle: Anyway, see you in about half an hour! xo
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Rachelle: No, it’s not.
Rachelle: I’m sorry Pickle, you’re wrong.
Rachelle: It’s not the Marie Keto diet.
Rachelle: There are two different things. The Keto diet where you eat steak, and Marie Kondo, a Japanese spirit who tidies apartments when you’re sleeping.
Rachelle: It’s an easy mistake to make.
Rachelle: I don’t know how you’re expected to keep up either!
Rachelle: The world moves quickly, it really does.
Rachelle: Did you drop Jones off at daycare?
Rachelle: “Only Jones and Hulk make the rules now?”
Rachelle: He said that to you when you asked him to put on his boots?
Rachelle: OMG, that is the funniest thing I have ever heard!
Rachelle: I’m not sure I’d want to live in a world like that, either.
Rachelle: Can you imagine?
Rachelle: There would just be SO MUCH SMASHING.
Rachelle: Marie Kondo should be part of the Hulk and Jones team, quietly tidying up after they raze city after city.
Rachelle: Really?
Rachelle: How is that sexist?
Rachelle: And disrespectful to Asian culture?
Rachelle: It just is? Is that all you’ve got???
Rachelle: Look, proclaiming that you’re tolerant of everything but intolerance is not an explanation for why you think I’m sexist and racist.
Rachelle: No it isn’t.
Rachelle: It doesn’t even really make sense.
Rachelle: Yes.
Rachelle: By extension you don’t really make sense either.
Rachelle: Yes, all your friends know that.
Rachelle: For a very long time now.
Rachelle: When you really get going we call it “Murrbling,” as in, “Man alive, was Michael ever Murrbling last night!”
Rachelle: I don’t have time right now, Pickle. My hockey game is about to start.
Rachelle: Okay, I’ll pick up some Jackson Triggs on the way back, and of course I’ll come home with my shield, or on it. They don’t call me the Blonde Volcano for nothing!
Rachelle: Love you, too, and don’t let Jones and the Hulk push you around. You make the rules!
Rachelle: Yes.
Rachelle: By that I did mean I make the rules. xo
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