Random Esquire

Boss and I had a wonderful evening out. Despite a perfectly good meal, I promptly had a piece of the birthday cake Boss made me when we got home. It was delicious.

In order to fully enjoy our evening, we had to forbid a particular topic from conversation. There are particular issues surrounding her employment and education that upset us both so much that we can scarcely discuss it without one of us swearing and gritting our teeth. Of course, my contribution (after listening) typically consists of insisting that she refer everyone to me. I wonder if the Mafia is listed in the yellow pages.

Boss wore an incredible shirt tonight. Very flattering in the ways I like. It prompted me to nudge her (and I may have glanced in that general direction) and say, “I am going to eat off that snack tray later tonight.” You heard it here first, folks. I am a pig. Sometimes I need to indulge myself by saying the things I used to only think. Last week, I poked Boss in the butt and said, “I’m going to have a piece of that later.”

Pig.