Yesterday, Austin & I were driving around Columbus. Siri kept telling us, “Exit Sr minus 62. Go north on Interstate minus 270.”
Yes, it was really was saying minus.
Austin: Dash.
Smh.
Yesterday, Austin & I were driving around Columbus. Siri kept telling us, “Exit Sr minus 62. Go north on Interstate minus 270.”
Yes, it was really was saying minus.
Austin: Dash.
Smh.
Me: We need to go visit your parents this weekend too.
Austin: Oh yeah, that’s right. [Glumly, as if getting presents is a chore.] My mom is going to ask me what I want for my birthday.
Me: Tell her you got everything when you met me.
Austin: Tiramisu.
Me: Which I make for you every birthday. And a blowjob, which I give you every birthday.
Austin: I’m not going to put that on a list for my mom.
So, last night, Austin wanted ice cream. The night before I wanted ice cream. So when Austin mentioned ice cream, I ran to the dollar store and bought 2 packages of ice cream. By the looks of their cases, Austin & I were not the only ones who experienced an ice cream emergency.
Me, hugging Austin: Do you know how much I love you?
Austin: Enough to go get pizza for dinner.
Me, coming out of the embrace.
Austin: Is that a no?
Me: I dropped everything and ran out and got ice cream yesterday. Now you want me to run out and get pizza? By myself?
Austin: That was a test. You failed.
For some reason, Austin & I were reminiscing about the time we had a bat in our house.
Me: I can’t believe your mom and X both were like, “You should have killed it.”
Austin: We used to get bats in the house all the time when I was little. My mom really believed killing them was the only way to keep them out.
Me: I’ve had three bats in this house in over 20 years. Bats do not go and tell their friends to come to our house.
Austin: Not with our cats. Those bats are thankful to get out alive. They warn their friends to stay away from our house. Poor traumatized bat.
Me: Y was proud of me for not killing it. We don’t kill things in our house. Bees, bats, spiders, they’re all useful creatures and help nature. We do not murder—
Austin: It’s not murder. They’re breaking into our house. It’s self-defense.
I have had a ton of friend requests from handsome widowers who are Americans, but are in other countries. Seriously, I’m getting a request every few days.
Me: Clearly I’m not posting enough about the joys of being a married woman.
Austin & I were taking Cassie (our dog) out for a walk. It’s my job to clean up after her.
Me: Good Lord, look at the size of that poo. She just pooed this morning. That dog shouldn’t be able to have that much poo in her body.
Austin: Practice makes perfect.