Feeling Romantic

I was super-tired on Saturday, having gotten out of bed at 4:30 am so I could get to work and get a jump on the books. So, after working ten hours and the hour commute each way, I was utterly exhausted when I got home. Austin was feeling romantic, which was received with derision, to say the least. So, in the kitchen, just grabbing something to eat, Austin pulled down his drawers to show me his privates.

Austin: In case you were missing him. Because he's missing you.

Me, too tired to care.

Austin: He misses you so much, I'm going to draw eyes on him and put him in a little bow-tie.

Me: The little part is right.

The next day, Austin: After you went to bed, I was going to draw eyes on my penis, take a picture and send it to your phone, but then I decided not to. I thought that might go terribly wrong.

Me: Oh yes, very terribly wrong.