At the restaurant
Jason and I had a date last night, just the two of us (the children are visiting my parents in North Carolina).
We went to our favorite little Italian place. Really it's just a hole in the wall, but the guy who owns it makes everything from scratch and Sweet LORD that is some good Italian food!
I ate one bite of my Italian Sausage Parmesan and said, "I wish I was Italian."
Jason said, "Why?"
I said, "The women are pretty and they cook really well. Plus I would get to talk with my hands!"
Jason said, "You are pretty and you do cook well. And you talk with your hands ALL THE TIME."
So guess what? Despite my pale skin, green eyes, and red/brown hair, apparently I'm Italian!
While having dinner on Tuesday night
Me: "Do you think you have any half-brothers or sisters?"
Jason: "Excuse me?"
Me: "Well, you know. Before your dad was killed. Do you think he fathered any other children?"
Jason: "Um, I don't think so."
Me: "But you don't know for sure right? Maybe you have some brothers or sisters somewhere!"
Jason (in an uninterested tone): "Hm. Maybe."
Me: "If you did have brothers and sisters would you want to meet them?"
Me: "Well wouldn't it be cool? We could have them over for dinner! We could have cookouts! It would be great!"
Jason: "We're inviting non-existent people over to dinner now?"
Me: "I'm just sayin'!"
This morning at 6am
Me: "Hey! Guess what?"
Jason: "Zzzz- Oh. Good morning."
Me: "You know why they were taping those trash trucks by the side of the road the other day?"
Jason: "Excuse me?"
Me: "You know! You told me about those trash trucks and the camera crew?"
Jason, looking puzzled: "What?"
Me: "YOU KNOW! The trash trucks?"
Jason: "Oh. Yeah."
Me: "Well! They did this story on the news about how if you put your trash out by the road and there are boxes from expensive gifts, it will make you more likely to get robbed!"
Me: "Isn't that interesting?"
Jason: "Um. Didn't they already take our trash away?"
Jason: "Um. Okay. Have a good day."
Me: "You too!"
I love him. So freakin' much.