My Date With Matilda
After her cousin cruelly rebuffed her bid to “play guys” in the basement in favor of watching zombie videos on YouTube, I decided that Matilly and I would have a date.
We went to Micheals and bought a bunch of Halloween crafts and the Martha Stewart Halloween issue and came home and set up the living room table with paints and brushes. We watched 10 Things I Hate About You (the TV show, which only had twenty episodes, wah, and also, shut up, it’s Shakespeare) and painted wooden cats and owls while Adrian made us soup and acted heroically about defrosting meat, cleaning out the freezer, and other general bossery.
Then we ate our Excellent Soup and watched Nicholas Cage act the shit out of The Sorcerer’s Apprentice while cuddling on the couch.
Then, because we were so lazy all day (shut up, it was rainy), it took ten thousand years to make Matilda fall asleep (usually it only takes five thousand years) by the time I got to bed, all I could have for my reward was a big helping of snoring from Excellent Husband, though to be fair, he waited for me gallantly scrubbing out the toilet and the kitchen trash can while I read and sang and rubbed the back of my girl.
So, I read my book on the history of bisexuality until I fell asleep. The End.