Saturday, September 24, 2005
Ken Is A Very. Lucky. Man.
This here? This is the breakfast tray I brought to Ken this morning, because he's sick and wanted Cream of Wheat. I can't eat the stuff, it makes me ill just thinking about it, so I don't. I just make it. For him. And then I put it on a pretty tray with a cute matching napkin and his favorite Legoland mug with his name on it, and hauled the whole thing upstairs. Because I'm good like that. And besides, he looked kind of cute in his honeymoon t-shirt.
Now. I will tell you some of the things he said to me last night. And still, please keep me in mind, the one with the shlepping of the hot food, all the way upstairs and down to the far end of the hall...
"This weekend I'd like to go do some guy things. Like maybe go to a casino with Norm, or get a drink with David, or pick up some hookers."
When I questioned that, he said...
"I need to spend time with guys, doing guy things. Because usually I spend my time with... you. And you're like a good friend."
WTF? And then, just to make it all better, we somehow started talking about an ex-girlfriend of his...
"I knew within the first five seconds I saw her, she was ideal for me. She walked into my FORTRAN programming class & she just looked so confident, secure and intelligent. And she sat in the back, which intrigued me."
Yeah, but did she make Cream of Wheat?