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Dude got home from work, a few minutes after I did. I was already sitting on the couch with the cat blissfully ensconced upon me. (She only sits on me when he is not available.)
He asked how my day was, I told him, asked how his day was. He started to tell me, then paused, looking at his smart watch. “Oh, I just got a message from– hm– I’d better go look.” He got out his computer, sat down at the kitchen table. “Aw crap.” Something had gotten futzed up somewhere on the production server and needed to be urgently fixed.
So he started typing away, making annoyed huffing noises now and then. The cat crawled out of my lap, went to see if he was busy, if maybe she could sit on him, but she had to pause and bathe herself on the kitchen floor first, as one does.
Just a moment ago, he laughed bitterly and stood up. “Well,” he said, “this is gonna take a few minutes.” And then he unbuttoned his shirt and whipped it off so violently that the cat scrambled frantically out of the room.
“It’s that bad, huh?” I asked, a little surprised. (He doesn’t wear undershirts under his button-downs [i know i think it’s barbaric too but whatever] so he was standing shirtless in the kitchen.)
“GRAAAHHHH,” he said, flexing, then said, “no, i’m just too warm,” and went and put a t-shirt on.
Anyhow my Friday night just got real boring, how about yours?
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Dude got home from work, a few minutes after I did. I was already sitting on the couch with the cat blissfully ensconced upon me. (She only sits on me when he is not available.)
He asked how my day was, I told him, asked how his day was. He started to tell me, then paused, looking at his smart watch. “Oh, I just got a message from– hm– I’d better go look.” He got out his computer, sat down at the kitchen table. “Aw crap.” Something had gotten futzed up somewhere on the production server and needed to be urgently fixed.
So he started typing away, making annoyed huffing noises now and then. The cat crawled out of my lap, went to see if he was busy, if maybe she could sit on him, but she had to pause and bathe herself on the kitchen floor first, as one does.
Just a moment ago, he laughed bitterly and stood up. “Well,” he said, “this is gonna take a few minutes.” And then he unbuttoned his shirt and whipped it off so violently that the cat scrambled frantically out of the room.
“It’s that bad, huh?” I asked, a little surprised. (He doesn’t wear undershirts under his button-downs [i know i think it’s barbaric too but whatever] so he was standing shirtless in the kitchen.)
“GRAAAHHHH,” he said, flexing, then said, “no, i’m just too warm,” and went and put a t-shirt on.
Anyhow my Friday night just got real boring, how about yours?
(Your picture was not posted)
