Remember that time when we were in Target, and you put a bottle of champagne in the refrigerated section, because we wanted chilled champagne (the only way I’d drink it) and Target only had room-temperature champagne, so we needed to chill it ourselves?
And the champagne bottle blended-in with the wines and we laughed because we thought that this was true about most people and things (they blend in).
And we left Target and came back to the store two hours later and the champagne was cold.
And we laughed when the cashier asked us about it.
And we drank the champagne from sippy-cups.
And you told me that you loved me, but I didn’t listen because you always say things like that.
And I don’t believe you.
