Me (picking up phone): “Hello?”
She: “Hi, I have a problem. Someone brought me a piece of chocolate cake and I’m trying sooooo hard to be good. Do you want it?”
Me: “No, but I give you permission to throw it in the trash.”
She: “What? I can’t do that!”
Me: “Yes you can. I give you permission. I’ll even sit here and listen to you toss it.”
She: “…well, okay…here it goes…did you hear that?”
Me: “Yes! That’s a load off.”
She: “From both our waistlines.”
