Steak

So I checked Austin's phone for the time. 5:00.

Me: Are you ready for dinner?

Austin: That's fine.

So I go downstairs, heat up the pan and throw a sirloin in the skillet. 90 seconds, flip, 90 second, flip . . .

Damn, Austin normally likes cheese crumbled on his. Hungry dog standing at my heels. Purse with my cell phone at my left.

So I picked up my cell. And it rings. I know his cell is inches from him, but it rings . . .

Austin, FINALLY: Hello?

Me: Yeah, do you want pepperjack cheese grated on your steak?

Austin, laughs and laughs. And for the fun of it, he just keeps right on laughing.