Thinking Is Magic

(My boyfriend tends to call me a pain in the butt, because of me generally being clumsy and not thinking when I say things so words end up jumbled. We’ve just gotten into his car after he’s finished work and are about to go get food when he notices I forgot something.)

Boyfriend: “Honey, you left the parking permit in here.”

Me: “I forgot to think again.”

Boyfriend: “I’ll just drop it in tomorrow, then. Do you ever think about anything?”

Me: “You know my brain is full of rainbows and sparkles.”