More on the Carolers

Austin brought a glass of cranberry tea into his room and I promptly drank half the glass. He mentioned that he didn't appreciate that I do that. Because I do it every single time. I started to ask him if he wanted me to refill it. But he assured me he was teasing me and didn't mind.

Me: Seriously, if you have any disputes, anything you'd like me to stop doing or whatever.

Austin: Look, that's going to happen; it's fine. It's not worth fighting over.

Me: No, it's not, but if there's something I can improve upon. I want us to communicate.

Austin: We communicate. You have things too.

Me: Like the porch.

Austin: Of course I'm not going to paint it right now. It's too cold.

Me: It's been three years.

Austin: Yeah, but if you really cared, you'd paint it yourself.

Me: True. But I'm worried enough about it that I'm still obsessing over the carolers from a week ago, that they think maybe we're needy.

Austin: Yep, you're right.

Me: And also there's no screen in the door.

Austin: They probably thought we were trying to hide when I was moving the bag of dog food out of the way to open the door. That we were just so embarrassed about the condition of our house.

I'm starting to laugh now.

Austin: We're pretty bad off. I mean, they targeted us. But that one house, you know that house, the one on the corner--

I do; the fence needs painted, looks broken down, the grass is knee-to-thigh high, toys all over the yard.

Austin: They didn't pay any attention to that house, but ours—I mean, obviously we're needy. We can't afford to buy a can of paint to paint the porch. They didn't even come all the way onto the porch. They probably thought it was going to collapse any minute.

I'm dying of laughter now.

Austin: And not to mention that house that has the couch in the front yard. They're obviously not needy, I mean they've got so many couches, they've got to put one on the lawn.