Yesterday, boyfriend was searching for fish medicine. For a whole school of catfish with a skin (scale?) condition. He didn't find any, so he ended up renting them a whole pond in the hopes that the new location and clean water would expedite their recovery. Their owner will be relocating the school post haste.
Today, boyfriend is at a convent. When asked why he was going there, he simply replied, "The nuns make yogurt."
I don't know if I can handle all this spontaneity.
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