Okay, the personal goal for our Friday Harbor vacation was for O.C. and I to get to know each other before I quit my job and changed my entire life irrevocably. That way, if it didn’t work out, I wasn’t left jobless, homeless and hopeless.
Until lunch time yesterday, I thought things were going pretty well, then …. well, judge for yourself:
He: Hi, Love.
Me, standing in the doorway so he can’t get in the house: Hi!
He, hugging me: What’s for lunch?
He tries to enter the house. I don’t move.
Me: You want inside?
He: Well, yeah, if you don’t mind.
Me: Did I tell you today how much I love you?
He, wary: Yeah.
Me: And have I ever told you how happy I am that you are kind and patient and reasonable?
He, still wary: Yeah.
Suddenly his face clears. He smiles and nods, then he gently nudges me out of the doorway and steps into the house sniffing the air.
He: So, what’dya burn?
Can you believe that? He just automatically assumed that if I wouldn’t let him in the house to eat I must have burnt his lunch. How rude is that?