The Broken Mug

A few days ago, I came home and found Austin's favorite mug. It was laid out on the counter in true funerary fashion. If my husband was as effeminate as people think he is, I would have just thrown it out. Since he is male and unreasonably attached to inanimate objects, I just sent him a text, "My condolences."

Later, when Austin came home, he was mourning the loss and saying, "I just don't know what to do."
Me: "Can I put it in the recycle bin now?"

The following day I started getting this IM at work:
Austin E 2:58 PM
my purple pen broke :(

Rachel 2:58 PM
Oh no!!!!
Austin E 2:58 PM
I know

Rachel 2:58 PM
I didn't know you had a purple pen . . .

Austin E 2:58 PM
yep...my purple pen & my green mug:'(
Rachel 2:59 PM
You know this is a Sheldon & Amy moment where I'm acting like I care, right?

Austin E 2:59 PM
You care? really?

Rachel 2:59 PM
I'm acting like it.
Austin E 3:00 PM
ty
Rachel 3:00 PM
I'm glad that's good enough for you.

Austin E 3:29 PM
I know you don't care, but I fixed my purple pen

Rachel 3:29 PM
I'm so proud of you.

Austin E 3:29 PM
thank you...it was touch & go there for a bit...but I was able to save it in the end