Last night was Wednesday, the night Joey goes to church to lead his small group and the night I stay home and absorb all the benefits of being in the house by myself. (And, we discovered a few months ago, there are many benefits and it is good for me to do this once a week lest I become…cranky.)
Before Joey left, I mentioned that what I wanted most in the world was some kind of fruity yogurt from I Heart Yogurt, orange or strawberry?, with tons of sliced fresh fruit and those little watermelon gummy things.
OH, IF ONLY I HAD SOME OF THAT RIGHT NOW! IF ONLY!
Joey told me we could head there before he left, but we both knew that was silly. So I hinted that maybe I wouldn’t be upset with him if he brought some home for me.
I hinted again right before he walked out the door, to which he sighed and replied “yeah, thanks, I had already secretly decided to bring some back for you.”
And then, Henry and I began what is our Wednesday Night Party: we tidied up the house and then lay on the couch. Oh man, were we having fun.
Around 8:00, I texted Joey to see when he was coming home. Because I wanted my I Heart Yogurt, Internet. I wanted it really bad. He said he was on his way, so I waited 15 minutes and then called him because it seemed like he should be here by now. BUT THEN AGAIN, if he was stopping for I Heart Yogurt, of course it would take him longer to get here.
He walked in the door empty-handed.
“Where is my yogurt?” I wailed.
Joey was all, you kept calling me and texting me, I thought you wanted me to just come home!
Poor, poor Joey. ”I wanted you to come home WITH THE YOGURT,” I said, and then we had a good laugh about it.
Joey pretended for about ten minutes that his feelings were hurt that I wanted to see yogurt more than him. But we recovered quickly when Law and Order (which is what I was watching – ooh, look at all that alliteration) got really confusing.
We’re going to I Heart Yogurt together…tonight.
I hope.
Unless something comes up.
Something better not come up.
Or they will have to contend with me.
