No, not liquor (although he does make a mean martini)--food. I have been kind of crabby tonight, honestly. Just tired, really, but bored and easily irritable. I mention that I've been craving a Big Mac again (I just had about a month ago.. normally I easily go a full year without wanting one). That's when I realize that I'm honestly hungry (not just snacky). He's standing here in his boxers and tshirt, walks to the front door, puts on a coat and gets his keys and wallet! I tell him, "Don't go get one. I'll have a heart attack at 2 am if I eat it this late at night! I'll have heart burn. I'll have wacked out dreams! Don't go. I'll eat what we have here (which is still lots thanks to Matt's folks)." But no, out the door he goes.
Mind you, he's only wearing boxers, a tshirt, a jacket and sandals. I'm assuming he's going through drive thru? Then again, if he's brave enough to get in the car like that, he's probably brave enough to go in as well. Naaa.. he'll go through drive thru (or will he?).
MmMMMMmmmmMMMmmm.... Big Mac.
I never did mention the time he opened up the front door to talk to me (I was working on the garden in front) and he was wearing boxers and a tshirt. Of course, Mr. Zhang had stopped over to examine my garden work. (They are very competative garden appearance wise--funny considering how nice they are. Once I was working outside and next thing I knew Mrs. Zhang (or Grandma I call her) came out, looked at our garden and then I heard her yelling at Mr. Zhang to work on his. Next thing I knew he was out working on his garden as she directed him what to do. I felt sorry for him, since we 'started' it. Funny, I don't really care what my garden looks like as long as it's not all weeds.) Matt asked me his question and closed the door. I don't think he ever once REALIZED that he was standing in the doorway in his boxers until I mentioned it later.
Pretty soon he'll need to start wearing shorts, since Maddy will have friends around. I can see it now, "No, you can't come over... dad is only wearing his underwear!!!" Or a kid comes to the door unexpectedly and Matt answers. Maddy would be mortified, of course...
Ok, where's my Big Mac?! ;) I better not let him read this blog before I get my food. Otherwise I may not get it!!!
(There, let's see the next time you criticize my way of posting!!! SNOT! re: comment for sundry post.) ;) ;) ;)