Me: So how did your St Patty’s Day celebrations go?
Miss Priscilla: Ungh. Stop talking.
Me: Miss Priscilla, we were supposed to do this interview on Monday! You can’t still be hungover.
Miss Priscilla: Why are you screaming.
Me: I’m not screaming I’m talking like normal-
Miss Priscilla: Shhhhh Gia.
Me: *whispering * how was your weekend?
Miss Priscilla: From what I can remember, it was fun.
Me: Really? Eat anything green?
Miss Priscilla: I’ve been throwing up green for the past 4 days. Don’t talk about green.
Me: I see. So you don’t want any spinach, or broccoli?
Miss Priscilla: Gia, I’m warning you…
Me: Chocolate chip mint ice cream?
Miss Priscilla: BLAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH
Me: Well. I suppose I deserved that.
Me: Anyway, meet anyone fun?
Miss Priscilla: Ummm, I don’t know…
Me: Oh really? Because I found this picture of you sleeping…
Miss Priscilla: GASP HOW DID YOU GET THAT GIA?!
Me: IN BED WITH A DOG, MISS PRISCILLA!
Miss Priscilla: I WAS DRUNK!
Me: I thought you thought dogs were all slobbery mutts!
Miss Priscilla: I do, I do! But we were drunk and he kind of looks a little like a cat…
Me: No he doesn’t.
Miss Priscilla: If you squint…
Me: No, he doesn’t
Miss Priscilla: Shut up, Gia. It’s not like you don’t have anything to be ashamed of! I SAW HOW MUCH COOKIE DOUGH YOU ATE ON SATURDAY.
Me: Why do you have to go there? IT WAS WHOLE WHEAT FLOUR!
Miss Priscilla: THAT DOESN’T MAKE IT HEALTHY
Me: What’s mr. loverboy’s name?
Miss Priscilla: Fuck you!
Me: Fuck YOU!
Damn, living with cats is hard.