The Thrill is Gone

Yesterday, when the Butcher took me to work, we were both just sitting there silently at the stoplight and I said to him, after long, quiet minutes. "I feel like the magic has gone out of our relationship." "You're just now noticing? I haven't loved you since I was seven." "Is this the point where we start looking for outside siblings?" "Well, my brother is coming over on Christmas Eve and I don't want you to be a bitch about it." I laughed long and hard then and I laughed again when I was thinking about it while walking the dog. I know I complain a lot about him, and rightfully so, but I hope y'all also get a flavor for just how fucking funny the dude is, constantly. And, he's growing a beard, which makes him look like an overly earnest Presbyterian minister, and every time I get in the car with him, I look over and invariably he's got a little piece of green fuzz stuck in it. I used to do him the favor of pulling it off, but now, with Christmas being so close, I leave it there like a little decoration.