Me (On the phone with Blake): Babe! What are you doing?
Blake: Oh, Just watching some TV. When are you going to be home?
Me: Babe, I went to Alco today. I bought something. I spent some money.
Blake: Ok. What did you buy?
Me: Babe, I bought some hair dye and some other stuff.
Blake: What other stuff?
Me: ...some make-up...(rather hurriedly and all in one breath) Don't be mad! Are you mad? Don't be mad Babe. I know you think make-up is silly, and you like me without make-up but I like to wear it and it wasn't that expensive and I know were trying save money but it was payday and we have been really good about saving and also I got my bonus and I really needed some and I like to use it sometimes. Don't be mad Babe. Are you mad?
Blake: uh... Huh hu ha ha ha. Hmmmm...
Me: Babe. You're mad hu? Hu babe. Don't be mad. I'm sorry. Don't be annoyed.
Blake: Why would I be ma...
Me: Seriously, Babe. I'm sorry. I dunno. I'm weird today. I dunno. I'm sorry. I weird, I'm crazy, I'm weird. Geez. Why do I feel weird about this. Crap. I'm weird. I'm just weird weird weird.
Then my phone dies.
Why, I ask you, has getting married and sharing a bank account turned me into a weird weirdo that questions everything I normally bought when Blake has never even said anything about anything. Why do I call Blake "Babe" all the damn time?
That is all.
2 comments:
Maybe it's the St. John air...
you know on over the hedge where the squirrel drinks the caffeine soda and time slows?
That's what this conversation made me think of.
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