Austin: I let the dog out. Me: I’m going to have to motivate
myself to get up and get dressed soon. I need to take a walk and it’s
supposed to rain and I want to do that before it's too late. Austin: Well, if you do, look
for the dog. I didn’t tie her up, I just let her out.
Me: Austin & I were discussing who was going to die first and he
said he was and I said, "Oh no honey, I'm going first."
Mom:
How'd you come to that conclusion?
Me: I'm not taking care of
everything when he dies. I already deal with enough of his crap.
Mom:
Well, if he dies first, you can always get him a deer costume and
toss him by the side of the road.
I discovered yesterday I’d lost five pounds. I promptly celebrated
by going to lunch, eating lots of candy, then today having a heavy
cheesy lunch and ice cream. Austin: Yeah, I had ice cream too. Me:
I finished off the last of the hot fudge sauce. Austin: That’s
probably a good thing. Me: You’re not my husband. Austin: No,
I’m not. I ate him. Me: Oh, how much do I owe you for
that? Austin: Two-fitty. (A joke from South Park.) Me: Okay. I
gave you fifty cents from eBay sale, so that’s sitting on your
desk. And I’ll go downstairs and get you the two bucks
later. Austin: Not two dollars and fifty cents. Two hundred and
fifty dollars. Me: Well, never mind then.
Me: What are you doing? Austin: Washing my face. Me: Really?
That’s all. Austin: Why? Me: You’ve been at it for a
while. Austin: I have a big face. Me: You have a big &*^#.
Austin, grumping about buying
cupcakes for work: [Long involved story about buying cupcakes.] Even
worse, I told Siri to get me back to work, and apparently she
thought I still work at JCP – so I got almost to Brice Road
before I turned around – what should have taken my hour lunch took
90 minutes, so I will have to work through part of my lunch another
day to make the time up…grumble… but I gave Siri a piece of my
mind.
Me: Don't give her too much.
You can't do without it.
Austin was talking about making a cheese tray for his get-together
tomorrow. He was listing a bunch of items to put on it. Austin: I
don’t want to go too crazy. And I laughed and laughed.
Me: What are you watching? Austin, ignoring me. I think I
recognize the voice of Mira, so I look up MLP, then Ashleigh Ball,
the voice of Rainbow Dash. Sure enough, she’s got a credit for
Mira, the Hollow. Me: Is that the Hollow? Austin, looking at me
like I’m crazy. Me: It’s Rainbow Dash. So I looked it up. I
like being right. Austin: You don’t have to tell me that.
I was starting to wonder what was taking Austin so long. I was about
to go downstairs when I heard Austin’s footsteps trudging back to
me. Me: And still you didn’t bring chocolate. Austin: I don’t
think I need chocolate today. So I was going to let you decide if we
needed any chocolate. Me: And you thought my answer would be no?
Austin was bragging at work that I was redoing the kitchen and that I
make dinner for him every night, etc. Austin’s boss: Must be
nice to come home every night to a home cooked meal, everything taken
care of. Austin: I don’t go home. I just FaceTime her from my
mistress’s house.
Austin, pointing at Thor: Ragnarok on Netflix: I just watched that on
the plane. Now it’s on Netflix. Me: I would have told you that,
but since you’ve been telling me everything on Netflix gets
e-mailed to you, I decided not to. Austin: So you forgot.
As I’m pulling the border down and scraping paint, Austin mentions
that everything on this shelf can go. Me: The church is having a rummage sale this weekend. We can put it in there. I
hugged Austin. Austin: And when you can’t easily strangle me,
I’ll mention . . . So I stop hugging him. Austin: All the
stuff on the walls. All my cat stuff. Austin: All that can go
too. A wise man to recognize the suggestion would get him killed.
We’re having pizza for dinner. Austin: Is that enough
cheese? Me: I like it when the pizza looks like a blizzard hit, so
I can imagine yetis crawling through the hills. Austin, adding
more: There, yetis to your heart’s delight.
Me: I had to come in and hug you one more time before going out to
work in the yard. I had a vision of me having an accident with the
hedge trimmer, of it cutting my jugular, and dying in the yard. So I
needed one more hug. Austin: Don’t have that kind of accident in
the yard. And don’t have any accidents in here. Me, indicating
Austin: There’s already too much accident in here. Austin:
Definitely don’t have that kind of accident in the yard.
It was sprinkling on our way home from grocery shopping. Every few
seconds, Austin would flip his windshield wipers. Me: Are your
headlights on? Austin: No. Me: If your wipers are on, your
headlights should be on. Austin: There aren’t any cops around.
It’s barely raining. The clouds open up and start dumping rain
on us. Austin, flipping on the headlights: God’s on your
side. Me: That’s right.
There was a commercial on the radio about chronic pain, that opiates
weren’t the answer, that they lead to heroin abuse. The commercial
suggested seeking physical therapy to end chronic pain. Austin: I
was told divorce was the answer. Me: Mm-hmm. Austin: I said, no
way, Jose...Because the person who told me was Jose. Now I’m not
friends with Jose.
At McDonald’s, the syrup was being changed on Cherry Coke, so we
elected to wait until it was done for the drinks. It was after Ren
Fest and instead of pulling into the first drive-thru waiting space,
I pulled into the second one. Austin: The parking space was right
there. Me: This one is also a drive-thru space. Austin: Oh.
Well, we want you to be comfortable. Me, tugging the laces of my
Ren Fest dress, feeling a bit compressed after seven hours in the
thing: Actually, I’m pretty uncomfortable right now. Austin: I
thought that was how you made others feel.
Going to Ren Fest. As always, Austin was wearing his
kilt. Mom: What have you got under there? Austin: Nothing. I’m
going all authentic. Mom: We don’t want that at Ren
Fest. Austin: No one will be disappointed. Me: I will. Austin:
I’m joking. I’m too modest. Me: No, you’re not.
Austin, to my mom: I’m not sure how to get there [to Ren Fest].
You’ll have to tell me. Me: Don’t open that door for Mom.
She’d love to tell you what to do. If you’re going to open a
door, push her out.
Me: I know it's going to melt, but I shoveled our sidewalk. Austin:
I think you should look up the liability laws. In some states, you
don't actually have to shovel the walk, just so long as you make some
kind of efforts. Like for the elderly. Like I could just shuffle
around, just so long as I made some kind of effort. I think I might
just pee in the snow, you know, write my name with the pee.
Austin has been sick for three days. :( Austin:
I feel okay today, I just have a horrible headache and I keep getting
these hot flashes. Me: That's menopause.
Austin: Don’t throw out the stuff in the glass in the kitchen. Me: Why? Austin: I can’t tell you. Me, lift an eyebrow at of him. Austin: It’s a top secret government experiment. That’s all I can say. Otherwise, I’ll be putting your life in danger.
Austin:
Well, you had the heart hanging there. It just seemed right to hang the
key there too. Because you hold the key to my heart. Me: Ahhhhh!!!! Mom: Bleck.
Austin’s playing Dark Souls and his character is wearing the mask of the child. I compared it to a Greek mask.
Austin: I’m a Greek samurai.
Me: You’re a Greek tragedy.