Austin and I were commenting on how bad the Orange Idiot looks.
Austin: If something happens to him, it’ll be a while before we’ll know it. His MAGA cronies will Weekend at Bernie’s his ass. There’ll be strings and pulleys all over Maralago. I can just see it, “He’s in the bathroom. I just saw him.” Then someone we’ll bring him out and make him wave.
Austin bought new stairs for our dog, Tess. But she’s not quite getting the hang of it. So I pulled out her old steps.
Austin: What we need is one more set of stairs, then it would look like an Escher painting.
We had some leftover spaghetti sauce, so I suggested Austin make himself a mini pizza as I headed off to bed.
Austin: That’s a good idea. Thanks. Oh, wait. I used up the last of the naan. I put it on the grocery list.
Me: I saw. You can use bread.
Austin: That’s just crazy talk.
Me: You can toast the bread—
Austin: I swear, I don’t know you sometimes.
Austin: I took the last two rolls of toilet paper out of the cupboard. So unless there’s more somewhere else, we’re out.
Me: I would appreciate it if you’d put it on the grocery list.
Austin: I don’t think we should waste it that way. We should use it on our butts. Not on the grocery list.
Me, the look.
Austin: Yes, dear. I’ll write TP on the grocery list.
