Last night A. was supposed to come around for dinner and guess what? He was an hour late, as per usual procedure! So when he arrived I was giving him the silent treatment, to which he commented that I seemed a little “distracted”. And he should have been able to read my mind because at that point it barked: “DISTRACTED! Distracted is when you’re running 1/24 of a day late and not having the decency to call and let me know. THAT is distracted! But the look I’m giving you right now? That’s fuming, boiling, exploding anger!” Or something along those lines.
Anyhow, being the calm, controlled, collected person that I am (hey, stop giggling!), after 5 minutes of Cold War, I asked him to help fix the pasta sauce. Which he eagerly proceeded, by adding about 2 tonnes of cracked pepper, and then decided that it was indeed “a little peppery” (!) At one point I looked over and there he was, stooping over the stove, poking and prodding at the pot, looking so very adorable. Or should I say, the back of his jumper was looking very adorable. So I rushed around and hugged his back. And he said, hey there baby. And I said, sorry for being grumpy earlier. And then he said, it’s ok, it’s like sweet and sour stuff. And I said, huh??? And he said, this is the sweet bit.
Right. I think I should start living up to my Aisan heritage and make him drive around for HALF AN HOUR to find a parking spot within HALF A METRE of the entrance everywhere we go. That’ll teach him. Hah!