M

[same_sky]

Sometimes it almost creeps me out how well-suited M and I are. Last night, we were talking about something or other. I really can't remember what it was at the moment, but M was defending his position on the subject. He made some point, and I thought to myself that--you know, this story would be so much better if I could remember what it was we were talking about--there was a flaw in his reasoning there. I didn't say anything yet, though, and I wasn't really looking at him either because I was fiddling with the baby, and then he interrupted himself (just as if I had interrupted him) and said, "yeah, I know, but it could have been... [ whatever it was we were talking about in defense of his mildly irrelevant point that I can't remember ]. I had to think about it a minute to even grasp what had happened before I did interrupt him to inform him that I HADN'T SAID THAT OUT LOUD yet. The really fab part of being married to M is that he knows me well enough that he might as well be reading my mind.

Of course, I know him pretty well, too. For example, he came home from work and he wasn't hungry. My mom and Evie and I met him for Chinese food at lunchtime, and we all ate more than we should have (of course). Finally, he was all sluggish and said that he had to get up and move around before he fell asleep at his chair. He sleeps very little these days so it was possible that he was just worn out. He was talking about going to bed before E tonight. He was also looking depressed at being home but being unable to enjoy his time off because he was feeling so bad. I, as I have done on so many occasions in the past, suggested that perhaps, just MAYBE, he should eat something for dinner even though he still felt full from lunch. Oh, no, he said, that's not it this time. It's not my blood sugar! I am just really tired! So I rolled my eyes a little and gave him five minutes before tricking him into accepting a couple of Kit-Kat bars. Five minutes later, he was feeling a little perkier but still did not think that he should eat any dinner, so I nagged him until he ate a little real food. Then he headed off to the basement to play and came back in a great mood and is now fully awake an hour after Evelyn went to bed. MEN OF THE WORLD: this is why women nag. We know what's best for you.

In other weirdo boyo news, M called me Kisha today. I asked him if he was mad at me. There's another of our oddities. We never call each other by name. It's usually "baby". Or maybe "buggles" or something involving the word "shmoo", which also isn't really a word unless maybe you're an ex-mudder. I am much more like to call him M to his face than I am to call him Magnus, though I will refer to him by name when talking about him to people when he's not there. I would call him M then too except most people would think I'm weird. Er. Than I am. :)

Crap. Baby just woke up after an hour. Bad, bad, bad. Good thing M is still awake... ;)