are you in?

I was eating a sandwich and watching Ted make a casserole. I know his birthday, and he knows mine, it turns out.

His is soon. Mine is far.

“But my birthday is always sucky,” I told him, and it’s true. For years and years it’s ranged to mediocre to really miserable.

“Well, then I have a goal for this year,” with a glance over his shoulder.

He turns back to chopping chicken and misses the wide-eyed, eyebrow-raised face I make.

I should let it go. But I want to hear him say it.

“So. You think you’ll be around for my birthday? It’s a long time.”

We count off months. It’s far. We’d both more than double our adult dating records.

“At this point, I have no reason to think I won’t be.”

And even though his casserole looks disgusting, neither do I.


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Tigerlily said...

That Ted says everything a girl needs to hear!

tabithablogs said...

haha - i love the last line. your blog is absolutely delightful!

Your Ill-fitting Overcoat said...

I freaking love this!!

Mae December said...

i agree with tigerlily.

Also...scarrrryyy stuff.

JennyMac said...

This is great...and the casserole bit made me laugh.