Austin and I were taking a walk. He bent down to pick something up.
Austin: I found a dime. [It was grimy.] Do you think stores will still take this?
Me: Yeah, we just have to wash it.
So I did just that when we got home. As soon as I saw a shield on the coin, I cringed.
Me: I hate to break it to you, bub, but this is just a penny.
Austin: Well, stop washing it. Maybe it will turn back into a dime.
My current project is done. I turned down a Math project due to this project running over. Which upset me a little.
Me: My SD said if I still want to do Math, I can contact HR. [Grumbling.] I just came to the conclusion that I don’t need Math.
Austin: I came to that conclusion in high school.
Austin tears down the stairs, then stops suddenly. The Nespresso again.
Austin: I was going to take the pod out, but I forgot it does it automatically. I don’t want it to become temperamental.
Me: You are more cautious and careful with that machine than with me.
Austin, who bought the warranty: I’m guaranteed 4 perfect years with that thing. With you, [waves it off].
For several days, Austin has not had his Nespresso machine. It has been touching go many days this past week. Austin literally bought two machines that did not work, before finally getting this one that does work. Austin was making a cup of coffee in the new, working Nespresso machine. The coffee was all frothy and beautiful.
Me, hugging Austin: Maybe I should take a video to post on Facebook.
Austin: I already took a video for posterity.
Me: Thank you for making dinner all this week.
Austin: You’re going to be on your own tomorrow.
Me: That’s fine.
Austin: I pulled some chicken down, but I don’t know if it will be defrosted in time, but you can do what you want with it. I mean, you can eat it. Don’t defile or abuse it.
On the news, it showed that 60-70% of people are against Biden running for president again. Likewise, 60-70% are against Trump running again.
Austin: Desantis yada yada.
Me: He’s a liar &$#*@. I want to at least believe my president is telling the truth.
Austin: Let’s put a dog in the White House.
Me: That’d be about as good as anyone else.
Austin, pretending to be a reporter: Mr. Snoofleballs, how is the economic situation?
Both of us: Ruff.
