Conversations around the dinner table.
Well, around the couch. There's no room for a table. We eat at the couch, like heathens.
Fix (noticing that I was ravenously eating the Mexican food he ordered): Wow, someone is hungry.
Me: Careful. That sounds close to a fat joke. You're on dangerous ground mister.
Fix: Oh right, it's that time again isn't it
Me (glaring): ...Dangerous ground
Fix: What are you going to do about it?
Me (tears well up): I might cry
A moment later
Me: Wait. Was that a carefully crafted ruse to get me to hand over the rest of my meal...
California living is fun. Especially with him