At brunch this morning, I said I was going to call a foot doc to get some help and perhaps some new orthotics, then maybe we could go to Renaissance Festival. He said, "you really want to go and do all that walking and get all tired and stuff?"
"Yes". sez I.
"Oh, I already asked Doris and she said she was interested in going, but I guess I can go twice."
"Nope, you take her, I wouldn't feel like it was a special day if I knew you'd already been with her."
"That doesn't make sense, what difference does it make?"
Sigh. He'll never learn.
Tonight he asked if I wanted to go to Santa-Cali-Gon for lunch tomorrow. (?) Lunch? I said no, and that's not going to make it all better, you've already put her before me by asking her to to to the R. Festival and not waiting to see if I wanted to go.
"You're mad at me for something that hasn't happened, yet?"
"Oh, but it has, you asked her already. Just take her and forget it. Why don't you just move in with her?"
"That would be deserting you."
Huh? I think that's happened already.
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