Sharing Those Magical Moments

(My friend and I are sitting on her couch watching ‘Dexter.’ Our mutual friend is currently in Orlando, visiting The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, and both of us are just a bit jealous.)

Me: “Not surprisingly, she’s not answering my texts.”

Friend: “Think she’s taking pictures?”

Me: “She’d better be! I want to see Harry Potter World, too!”

Friend: “But she also might forget to take pictures. She’s like that.”

Me: “If she does then I guess we’ll just have to murder her. You know: Dexter style. I’ll get the tarp.”

Friend: “I’ll get the power tools!”

Me: “No, reverse it. I have a husband. It’s less suspicious. And you can tell them the tarp is for painting or something.”

Friend: *laughs* “Yes, it’s all set! We’ll just become serial killers and blame it on mental break down if we get caught! ‘Officer, you don’t understand. She didn’t take pictures of hot wizards and amazing shops. We HAD to kill her! It’s very justified.'”