Ha. Between being so sick this year so far and the holidays and the wedding (and..the...the...fist fights) I figured I'd forget to pay all of the bills this month, since I pay them during the last week. Hydro, natural gas, insurance on all of the vehicles and buildings, credit cards, internet, phones, etc. etc. It takes a couple of hours for me to pay everything, do transfers and then enter everything into the big Collective spreadsheet that we have for keeping track.
I'm so caught up I'm actually ahead now, however and I'm happy to report that I plan to not sweat falling behind on everything else as a result. And so I agreed to go on a New Year's Eve supply run with Batman, who also hates crowds but sometimes must venture out into them for a purpose.
Just a Prosecco run, sweetheart. If your monkeys will let you out of their sight.
Olives too?
If you like. Batman smiles thoughtfully. He's having a little thing on New Year's Eve. I'll be asleep in my plate face down, as I go back to work that day and then have to go to Batman's for dinner and drinks and then back to work early on New Year's Day. I've been threatening to quit but for some reason knowing I can means I haven't yet, and will soldier on until I can't stand it anymore at all.
Only if they're garlic-stuffed.
Only for you. He laughs. So picky.
Not picky. They're the best.
I prefer pimentos.
Well, get those then. Don't worry about me.
Someone has to spoil you. He winks. I shake my head. I try not to be spoiled but it's inevitable.
Okay then we'll get both. I offer a compromise.
That's a good plan.
Indeed.
You know what else would be a good plan?
Olives stuffed with pearl onions!
No, you staying New Years Eve.
Not a chance.
Not even a small one?
Nope. About the same as finding olives stuffed with pearl onions.
We didn't find any. We spent the rest of the shopping trip in an unfamiliar (but still comfortable) silence.
I'm so caught up I'm actually ahead now, however and I'm happy to report that I plan to not sweat falling behind on everything else as a result. And so I agreed to go on a New Year's Eve supply run with Batman, who also hates crowds but sometimes must venture out into them for a purpose.
Just a Prosecco run, sweetheart. If your monkeys will let you out of their sight.
Olives too?
If you like. Batman smiles thoughtfully. He's having a little thing on New Year's Eve. I'll be asleep in my plate face down, as I go back to work that day and then have to go to Batman's for dinner and drinks and then back to work early on New Year's Day. I've been threatening to quit but for some reason knowing I can means I haven't yet, and will soldier on until I can't stand it anymore at all.
Only if they're garlic-stuffed.
Only for you. He laughs. So picky.
Not picky. They're the best.
I prefer pimentos.
Well, get those then. Don't worry about me.
Someone has to spoil you. He winks. I shake my head. I try not to be spoiled but it's inevitable.
Okay then we'll get both. I offer a compromise.
That's a good plan.
Indeed.
You know what else would be a good plan?
Olives stuffed with pearl onions!
No, you staying New Years Eve.
Not a chance.
Not even a small one?
Nope. About the same as finding olives stuffed with pearl onions.
We didn't find any. We spent the rest of the shopping trip in an unfamiliar (but still comfortable) silence.