There’s a certain ritual that ensues here at the casa… and it happens, well, not every night, but pretty damn close.
Tonight, the bloody man threw me a curveball I didn’t appreciate.
Rick- So, what are we doing about the food situation?
Me, sighing- What, already?
Rick- It’s five o’clock, we last ate at 11am.
Me- so what do you want? (Just knowing that the next question will be ‘what are my options?’
Rick, distracted by text message from Home Despot, we talk about order pickup for a few minutes before circling back.
Rick- you know what I’m going to ask.
Me- ANYTHING YOU WANT TO PUT IN YOUR FUCKING MOUTH HOLE, SIR!
Rick, blinking mildly- I was going to ask if you wanted to cook or order something.
Me- That’s not fair! That’s cheating! You switched it up on me! That’s not okay!
Cue the inevitable hysterical laughter before we order a pizza.
We really need the lockdown to be over. We entertain ourselves waaaaaay too well.
Curiouser and Curiouser 