PJ has spring-cleaned his closet, deep-conditioned his hair and beard and is playing Saudi Arabian grindcore right now and it's not half-bad. He says he's going to clean and condition his boots and wallet and coat today and I was going to join him to clean up my Doc Marten boots and switch the winter coats into storage now that they're all clean and mended but it's freezing and they're calling for a little snow tonight so instead I'll just marvel at how pulled together he is and now how glossy his hair and boots are. Damn. He would have made the best husband if only he didn't find me so fucking annoying all the time.
(Likewise, dipshit.)
What is this? Caleb walks in and indicates the music, bursting into a goofy smile when he sees PJ's head wrapped up in a huge towel. Did I interrupt a spa day?
Join me, Brother, PJ asks him earnestly. We're spring cleaning our very...existences, man.
Depends, what's in it for me?
Clear skin, shiny locks, and an eerie calm feeling like you don't have to wonder if your deoderant's working or when you last washed your jeans. PJ looks so pleased.
These are things you worry about?
You don't?
Not really. Caleb is back to business, dismissing PJ with a wink, addressing me. Ready?
For what?
It's Tuesday. We're going for a drive to see the cherry blossoms and I need to pick up some paperwork.
It's 2020. They can email it. Or hell, take pictures and text you.
Not everything can be done that way but I appreciate your efforts. They are, however, having someone run it out to the car. And I need company for the drive.
Okay, let me get my things.
And change.
Why?
Because Hello Kitty pajama pants aren't all that cute outside the house.
Pretty sure you're the only one who thinks that, Caleb. Aw PJ. I really do love him to pieces.
(Likewise, dipshit.)
What is this? Caleb walks in and indicates the music, bursting into a goofy smile when he sees PJ's head wrapped up in a huge towel. Did I interrupt a spa day?
Join me, Brother, PJ asks him earnestly. We're spring cleaning our very...existences, man.
Depends, what's in it for me?
Clear skin, shiny locks, and an eerie calm feeling like you don't have to wonder if your deoderant's working or when you last washed your jeans. PJ looks so pleased.
These are things you worry about?
You don't?
Not really. Caleb is back to business, dismissing PJ with a wink, addressing me. Ready?
For what?
It's Tuesday. We're going for a drive to see the cherry blossoms and I need to pick up some paperwork.
It's 2020. They can email it. Or hell, take pictures and text you.
Not everything can be done that way but I appreciate your efforts. They are, however, having someone run it out to the car. And I need company for the drive.
Okay, let me get my things.
And change.
Why?
Because Hello Kitty pajama pants aren't all that cute outside the house.
Pretty sure you're the only one who thinks that, Caleb. Aw PJ. I really do love him to pieces.