Tonight on the Way to Dinner with Friends

You should know, Ryan hates it when I crack my knuckles. You should also know that I acuse Ryan of having nimble fairy fingers. So tonight...

Me: CRACK! CRACK!!

Ryan: Gross!

Me: Oh whatever.

Ryan: Fine. When we're old and you have horrible, cramped up fingers from all the cracking I will NOT open the peanut butter for you.

Me: Oh right like you'll be able to open it with your nimble fairy fingers.

Ryan: By then I'll be able to open it with my mind.