Scenes From Chez Snark: Oomph

I got home (apartment) from the house (we move next week) after a couple exhausting hours spent assembling furniture (living room TV stand & shelving). I told the lovely Vyx that I’m out of oomph. I’m oomph-free. You could call me Oomph-free Bogart.

Silence.

“No?” I asked.

“No.”

“Not gonna dignify that one with a response?”

“I know better.”

“Aw, I love you too!”

I am a delight, as you can plainly see.