While I was cutting carrots and potatoes for dinner, Don snuck down the stairs and out the front door with an armload of clothes and a leather jacket. He threw the clothes and jacket into a puddle in our driveway. He was back on the front porch, with a hoodie over his head, when I found him. In his hasty attempt to get out the door with the clothing items that he chose to jettison, he knocked over the black frames to the front door that were removed for painting. Luckily, they didn’t break or I would be buying a new front door.
When I got Don back in the house, he was overly cold. It is the dead of winter for the Oregon coast in February. We decided to get him in the shower to warm up. While he was in the shower, I finished getting dinner ready to cook and placed it in the oven. I return to Don’s bedroom to help him get dressed. I find him sitting naked, hunched over and eating a bowl of cold cereal. He had attempted to put on a black hoodie, but it was barely hanging off one arm. I guess hunger was too overwhelming after a nice warm shower.
Kristy: Are you in the habit of eating cold breakfast cereal for dinner in the nude?
Don: No, not usually.
Kristy: Then why are you eating cold cereal, in the nude, at 4 pm? I just put dinner in the oven.
Don: That’s OK, I’m good.
Kristy: Naked, eating cereal shortly before dinner, is good?
Don: Where are my shoes?
Kristy: Correction-Naked man with slip-on footwear, eating cereal shortly before dinner, is good?
His words emitting from his mouth through crunchy cereal were unintelligible.
Note to Self: My intuition tells me another meal is going to end up in the garbage.
