Morning: Hey, sunshine! Is that a chihuahua on your head or are you just happy to see me?
Me: It’s a chihuahua. I don’t need to get up for hours.
Morning: Oh, carry on on then. Should I have her cover your breathing holes or something?
Me: Yeah, maybe I’ll pass out from the lack of oxygen.
Morning. Done, and done. See you in 10 minutes.
Me: Yeah, I know.