Hot #&*@

For Austin's birthday, we got a couple of filet mignons. I stood patiently while Austin was at the microwave, blocking the cupboards.

Austin: What do you want?
Me: I want to get in that cabinet to get a frying pan. I don’t know how else you think I’m going to be able to fry these filets.
Austin: You could fry them on that hot a$$ of yours.

In the spirit of his birthday, I didn’t point out that he was my hot a$$.