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.