TIM: Deborah, are you going out in that?
ME: No, I was hoping to quantum-jump into a parallel universe where I would be queen of Cixten, planet of wise women and fashion gurus. It doesn't require going "out" anywhere, as much as going "over".
TIM: Then I'm assuming quantum-jumping doesn't need your shoes to match.
ME: Wha? Oh, I dressed in the dark.
TIM: Then my work here is done. Tell the women of Cixten I said "hello" and to hit me up on the return trip. Keep that editing eye open, and for goodness sake, turn the light on, Deborah. Holla!
ME: Holla.
