In our present-day household what we consider to be “drugs” is translated into another 1 syllable word called “food”. Food is lovely. And much like drugs, food can also drive can certain people in this household to kill if we don’t have it. Food is important.
Yesterday evening, Toby called me from the Muni FREAKING THE HELL OUT over how hungry he was. I was already home, resting so comfortably my hand was down the front of your pants. Toby and I? We did the usual dance that we do,
“Yeah, I’m hungry.”
“Where ya wanna go?”
“I don’t know. Where do you wanna go?”
“No that was pricey. Thai?”
“Nah. Why don’t we eat in?”
“Yeah… but we have nothing to eat there… I’ll buy something on my way home.”
“Sounds good. I’ll be here. Waiting.”
After a fitful conversation between two dieting, obviously hungry mates, it was decided that home was our best bet. And so the Bean went shopping.
Normally, when Toby arrives home from work he kisses me. It’s just his thing. (I was once bitched at on the L Train in Brooklyn for NOT kissing him immediately upon our meeting). So we kiss. And I love it. But last night Toby didn’t kiss me. Which was the best thing considering he would have probably eaten my face.
The boy was out of control eating everything in sight. I took pictures, just like Ashkhn Sahihi. Granted, I ain’t no fashion photographer, nor did I care much for light and focusing but here is TobyJoe eating five different foods while making our meal.
Clearly, we need evening activities.