04-07-02 - 12:56 p.m.
...and an hour later he calls.
i desperately need a bubble bath with you, he says. can we take one tonight?
imagine my surprise.
the question is, i tell him, can you?
would i be calling if i couldn't? i'll even cook redneck food for you.
if it involves okra or turnip greens, i say, forget it.
he feigns indignance.
i have cheerfully faced every type of scary cheese on the planet for you, he reminds me. you can do this for me.
i couldn't argue that one. i only hope his idea of redneck food is KFC.