one of the paramour's daily jobs is to entice me to walk to the mailbox.
one of my daily jobs is to find more or less innovative excuses for why i can't go. "too hot", "too bright", "too cold", "too dark", "too windy", "too rainy"; that sort of thing. (ok, mostly less innovative.)
earlier today when we wentjunk food grocery shopping, the paramour made a first, half-hearted stab at introducing the subject of the mailbox walk. "it's raining!" i said proudly, pointing at tiny sprinkles that were barely visible on the windshield. when getting out of the truck at home, the paramour protested that zie couldn't feel any rain. "but the windshield!" i said, and touched the sprinkles with my hand.
hm. they were not wet. they were tiny little clear bumps. some kind of resin.
we went inside and consumed mass quantities of food. irested my eyes read for a while. when i made vague notions of getting up, the paramour said hopefully "what are the chances of you joining me on a mailbox walk?".
"can't!" i replied. "too much resin!"
"ah yes," zie said. "resin evil."
one of my daily jobs is to find more or less innovative excuses for why i can't go. "too hot", "too bright", "too cold", "too dark", "too windy", "too rainy"; that sort of thing. (ok, mostly less innovative.)
earlier today when we went
hm. they were not wet. they were tiny little clear bumps. some kind of resin.
we went inside and consumed mass quantities of food. i
"can't!" i replied. "too much resin!"
"ah yes," zie said. "resin evil."
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