Fi and I are having at-home date night. I made brownies this afternoon, he brought beer and wine home from work, and we are cooking together. A sample of the conversation that is happening in our house right now:
Me: "Time to cook."
Fi: "Can I have a brownie before dinner? I want a brownie. But I should wait. But I want a brownie. But I should really wait. Can I have a brownie?"
Fi: "Should I cut the taters long ways or short ways? Should we make all the taters or just some of the taters?"
Me: "Are you just looking for a reason to say the word taters?"
Fi: "Yes."
Fi: "So the tater is this big. [holds up potato] How many times should I cut it?"
Me: "Just cut it into hunks."
Fi: "Well, I mean, if you want a hunk... [gestures to self]"
Me: "... that potato is clearly inadequate."
"Honey, you are welcome to go down on me after dinner, but I have to cook now. But I repeat, you're free to do whatever you want to my penis AFTER we eat."
Commence hysterical laughter.
We are only one beer in, each. This is going to be a long night.
Anybody else up to some Friday shenanigans?
"I'm not a rude bitch. I'm ten rude bitches in a large coat."