a typical evening at kristen and gene’s now that i’ve been privy to it:
THE TIME OF…
kristen: pajama time!
gene: she gets nude faster than anyone i know.
me: pajama time!
gene: wow, uh, you’re actually faster.
NINTENDO
kristen: shall we play nintendo?
me: bubble bobble!
gene: (rolls his eyes)
kristen: i’m a dinosaur!
me: i blow angry bubbles at you! grrrrrrr!
kristen: bubbles of joy! eeeeee!
me: eek! belugas!
kristen and i: corn dogs!
MORE TIME OF…
gene: hot cocoa time.
kristen: cornflake time.
gene: hot cocoa time.
kristen: cornflake time!
kettle: eeeeeeeeeeeee
kristen: it’s too lumpy!
gene: i stirred it.
kristen: not enough. grumble grumble.
gene: you always say that.
WHERE I FEEL LIKE AN INTERLOPER
gene: do you want to sleep in the bed?
me: nooooo!!! ARGH!!! I’M TOO MUCH TROUBLE!! I’LL LEAVE RIGHT NOW! I DON’T WANT TO BE A BOTHER!!
kristen: clean the bathroom floor when you finish the dishes.
you forgot the end of nintendo time, where after six minutes of us giggling about dinosaurs gene comes skidding in, throws himself down on the floor, demands a controller, and procedes to regulate, adorable-herbivore-style.
or when he smacked himself in the head, yelled at me, “you’re on your tippytoes! goddamn carpal tunnel!” and proceeded to regulate, adorable-herbivore-style. he totally ate my bananas. i blow angry bubbles! grah!
man, i love this post. it’s apparently the time of re-reading a bunch of your old posts. but mostly just the ones about me.