Saturday, September 30, 2017
Friday, September 29, 2017
Salmon Breath
Kissing Austin goodnight, Me: Your breath smells like cat food after eating that salmon.
Austin: Don't put it down. Cat food might taste fantastic.
Me: I doubt it.
Austin: I think I'd like to try it. I bet I'd love it if you got me Fancy Feast.
I start leaving the room to go to bed.
Austin: Don't really get me Fancy Feast. I'm just joking.
Then when I send an e-mail to myself to remind myself to post this, Austin: So this was Internet worthy?
Austin: Don't put it down. Cat food might taste fantastic.
Me: I doubt it.
Austin: I think I'd like to try it. I bet I'd love it if you got me Fancy Feast.
I start leaving the room to go to bed.
Austin: Don't really get me Fancy Feast. I'm just joking.
Then when I send an e-mail to myself to remind myself to post this, Austin: So this was Internet worthy?
Me: It's Internet worthy
that you think I don't know you're joking about eating cat food.
Thursday, September 28, 2017
Dinner at Home
Me, cooking dinner. We recently had a marinara sausage dish, so I was
trying to recreate that.I was going to share with Austin, but he brought
in a salmon fillet, so nix that.
He comes in, kisses me, notices that I'm boiling rotini, sets his salmon on the counter. He goes upstairs to take off his work clothes.
I pull the sausage that's leftover from a cooking extravaganza Austin had over the weekend, chop it up and toss it in with the pasta.
Austin comes back downstairs in shorts and a tank.
Me, pulling a red sauce out of the fridge. Smells like an Italian tomato sauce.
Me: Is this like spaghetti sauce?
Austin: Yeah, but I was going to use it--
Me, putting it back: Oh.
Austin: With the leftover sausage.
He comes in, kisses me, notices that I'm boiling rotini, sets his salmon on the counter. He goes upstairs to take off his work clothes.
I pull the sausage that's leftover from a cooking extravaganza Austin had over the weekend, chop it up and toss it in with the pasta.
Austin comes back downstairs in shorts and a tank.
Me, pulling a red sauce out of the fridge. Smells like an Italian tomato sauce.
Me: Is this like spaghetti sauce?
Austin: Yeah, but I was going to use it--
Me, putting it back: Oh.
Austin: With the leftover sausage.
Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Show My Love
Me: Is there anything I
can do to show you how much I love you today?
Austin shakes his head.
Me: Are you sure? You should take advantage. I may not love you tomorrow.
Austin shakes his head.
Me: Are you sure? You should take advantage. I may not love you tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 26, 2017
Strong-Willed, Independent
Austin: I love you so
much. You're intelligent, strong-willed, independent.
Me: If those are the qualifications, you could love my mom.
Austin: In a way I do.
OK.
Me: If those are the qualifications, you could love my mom.
Austin: In a way I do.
OK.
Monday, September 25, 2017
A Gift
Austin was changing clothes for work.
Me: You are a
gift.
Austin smiles sweetly, then smirks.
Me: I know, the booby prize.
Then I looked down at his chest.
Me: Though I shouldn't make that joke when you're topless.
Austin smiles sweetly, then smirks.
Me: I know, the booby prize.
Then I looked down at his chest.
Me: Though I shouldn't make that joke when you're topless.
Sunday, September 24, 2017
Elbows
Austin: Your elbows are
so gorgeous.
Me: Elbows are ugly. They're wrinkly, disgusting body parts.
Austin: Not yours. Yours are beautiful.
Me: Elbows are ugly. They're wrinkly, disgusting body parts.
Austin: Not yours. Yours are beautiful.
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