This is Rick, packing for our vacation, that starts in, oh, 9 1/2 hours. I sent him to go pack. He hasn't budged from this chair.
Neither has Midnight.
Her suitcase sits open and empty, right next to Rick's.
I have to do everything.
And I will. Just as soon as The Bachelorette is over, the pizza is eaten and I decide that Facebook isn't very interesting.
This could be a very long night.