The other morning it was pouring rain and I’d planned to go out with a friend, but she’d been to check out an apartment at one of those red brick apartment complexes (they didn’t have a unit to show her) and she lost her i.d. So I pick her up and we go back to look and we retrace her steps. It’s really coming down now and we’re getting soaked. I’m scanning every square inch of this place, pavement and lawn and poorly-planted flowerbeds.
We give up after a while and head back to the car and sure enough, eagle-eye Michael spots a little piece of plastic in the grass down a path she said she didn’t go down (🙄) and of course there’s her license with her goofy smiling face on it. I do a theatrical dun dundun duh! and skip over to present it to her and we jump up and down in the rain going woo hoo! That’s what’s good about our relationship, that’s why we love each other, we can jump up and down and say woo hoo. I was hoping someone was looking out the window at us, wondering what was up.
Anyway I’m soaked clean through but victorious as we get back go the car. And I make some comment and it really gets her laughing — that’s another good thing about us, is she realizes how hilarious I am and I can really make her laugh in a major way. She used to get pissed off at some of my more off color comments but now she appreciates even those. I’m sure I got a few good laugh lines that day. Anyway that’s my story. We went to h mart later and she got a bunch of mushrooms. Probably not the most eventful day anyone has ever had. But this is a kind of small and exceptional memory for myself, Michael (that’s me).
