the Real World - truue storeez

All the chores are done and we're upstairs, as a family. Here's what we're all doing...


I'm about to blog this, Andy's going to play Mercenaries, and Ki Ki's looking at me with a strange smirk on her face. She'll calm down and sprawl out in a minute.

Tonight Andy made dinner (As I mentioned in a previous post, he's such a jerk!), Yumm Bowls, see you just buy the sauce, cook the beans - they were dry, he did the crockpot thing all night - cook the brown rice, collect all your favorite toppings, chop, dice, mix and assemble. For those that have no idea what I'm talking about check out the restaurant's website

I was washing the pots and bowls and he was on the couch telling me stories he heard on Radio Lab or This American Life. I loved it. We were just hanging out, as you do.

And then he says, "do you like how I'm informing you about things and not just going upstairs?"
"Ya, it's very sweet of you."
- he sits up and looks at me "Hey, you know what? - Chicken Butt!"

And here I thought he was going to say something like, "It's because I love you."

And then there's this conversation a bit later in the night...
I was still trying to remember the new sweet nickname he had called me and thought earlier tonight he may have repeated it.

me - "Earlier, did you just call me hon or something else?"
"No I called you Baby. Remember?"
"You did?"
"Ya, I said, "Stop being a BABY!"

I'll leave you with that.
loves and goodnight.

"I can't believe I have to put up with this."