Saturday, February 6, 2016

You're better than your past

Dammit, they don't have Honey Bunches of Oats, I said.

Get OOPS All Berries Cap'n Crunch, she said.

I looked up from where my usual cereal is supposed to be and saw what she was talking about. Saw the Family Size box of sugar and food coloring and put it in the cart.

Best. Wife. Ever. I said and gave her a smooch.

Om nom nom nom!
Diabetes never tasted so yummy!

Titty Sprinkles!


Postscript, a few months ago Jason Isbell was introduced to our musical catalog. TGB and a number of other friends thought I was insane because his last album (the album that introduced me to his music) did little for me. I didn't dislike him. It was an okay album. Yesterday TGB downloaded Southeastern, his second most recent album. She played it while I made waffles and I caught myself stopping to listen. It is one of those albums that forced me to stop and listen. Something in it made me feel ... I didn't think anyone else thought like this. TGB said it was his first record after getting sober. After breakfast I sat listening as I googled the lyrics. A few times I had to wipe tears. A few times I just smiled because it felt like an inside joke only the two of us got. By the end I was all in on this Jason Isbell guy.

I am going to get an elephant tattoo.