We went to lunch at one of our favorite Chinese restaurants with my mother.
My mother went to the bathroom.
Me, snapping my fingers: I keep forgetting to tell Mom that you and I are wearing our matching Chinese takeout underwear in honor of our lunch today.
Austin: We could just take a picture and send it to her.
Me: I want to make her sick, not kill her.
Austin’s meundies obsession:
Austin’s espresso maker box remains on the floor. The cats are enjoying it so much, we may leave it there for a while.
Austin, coming down around noon. I’ve been up since 7:00. He peeks at the empty box.
Austin, probing if we can get rid of the box yet: Have the cats gotten in the box today?
Me: Oh yes! Guppy lives in the box. She loves the box. I have taken pictures of her in the box. TODAY.
I started to leave the kitchen.
Austin, before I completely disappeared, called out: Have I told you—
Recognizing this as our ‘Have I told you enough that I love you today’ thing, I lean back and listen.
Austin: How much I love my espresso machine and milk frother?
Me: I’m sorry I came back to hear that.
Austin assumed the position, standing upright, his arms spread open. He was off to meet his brother for a beer fest. The spread arms meant he expected me to stand up and hug him. While I’m in the middle of reading Scumbag Villain for the hundredth time.
Me, grunting: Fine.
We hug. While embracing.
Austin: Fine. If I die in a car accident on my way to Dankhouse (the brewery he & his brother like), you’ll have the comfort of knowing that reading a book you’ve already read was more important.
Me: Don’t say things like that.
Austin hugged me tighter.
Me: I’ve spent too long planning the perfect murder for you to die accidentally in a car crash.
Austin & I went canoeing this morning. On our way home, we stopped at our favorite meat market and picked up a couple of NY strip steaks and a 3 pound roast. Austin then fell into bed and slept the afternoon away. At dinnertime, I nudged Austin, asked him if he was ready for steaks.
Austin, mumbling: I’m not hungry.
So I boiled a hot dog instead. Quality Nathan’s hot dog. I don’t do that cheap crap that tastes like bologna.
Austin finally gets up at 8:00.
Austin: Did you do steaks?
Me: You missed out. I ate both myself.
Austin grumbles.
Me: Actually, I invited Mom up. We ate the steaks together. We had a party and everything.
Austin: Don’t lie to me. That would be a mis-steak.
Austin is type A, just very slow and leisurely about it. I’m type B all the way. But then, this pic assumes Austin & I own a vac.
