Various pleasures
Court and I are getting ready to leave the house for our Fridays. As always, throughout the morning we have been collecting into scattered piles various things that should come with us to our weekend apartment: clothes we're going to wear for the weekend, food we want to have, books, ipods, makeup and such.
Courtney is finished getting ready before I am and she comes upstairs to say goodbye and give me a hug as I finish my makeup.
"Oh," she adds, turning at the hallway, "I'm taking Twilight to read today."
I left the book on top of the kitchen-counter pile of things to take with me - and she knows it.
"No," I say immediately, "I'm reading that book today."
"It's already in my car. I'm going to the apartment; you can come get it. Er... are you coming to the apartment before you go out tonight?"
"Yes. Wait - no, I have to clean my locker out so I'm going to go to campus and get stuff done before I go to dinner. So go get the book and put it BACK in the pile, Court."
"It's already in my car!" She says, defiant.
I turn, make-up brush in hand.
"Ok so go get it. I'm going to read it on campus when I'm waiting," I say, just as determined.
"Noooo" Courtney whines, "I want to read it!!"
"You can't, because I am reading it today!" I say, my voice rising in volume.
"But it's in my caaaaar," she says, widening her eyes to look helpless about this inevitable and inexplicable turn of events.
"Yes you've said that. And I'm reading it today. I'm. Reading. It." I say, over-enunciating.
This went on for a bit, because we are Saints and we will NOT BACK DOWN once we are riled up. For anyone. Not even each other.
But then Courtney draws herself up to her diminutive height of 5'2 (to my 5'9) and says forcefully,
"You are the one who gets to go downtown to your fancy city and play with your fancy friends! YOU are the one who's boyfriend's going to buy her a tasty dinner and YOU," she says even more loudly (over my sputtered protestations of 'He's NOT my boyfriend...!') "are the one who's going to have an exciting and fabulous night! The LEAST YOU CAN DO is leave me some ANGSTY TEENAGE VAMPIRE ROMANCE!"
What could I possibly say to that?! Good point: match and set to Courtney. She took the book with her and I'm wasting my hour here in the computer lab.
As she walked out the hallway she called back, "Enjoy your dinner with your booooyfrieeeend..."
"HE'S NOT MY..." I yelled at her, but the door slammed shut behind her.
"Little brat," I said fondly under my breath.
Courtney is finished getting ready before I am and she comes upstairs to say goodbye and give me a hug as I finish my makeup.
"Oh," she adds, turning at the hallway, "I'm taking Twilight to read today."
I left the book on top of the kitchen-counter pile of things to take with me - and she knows it.
"No," I say immediately, "I'm reading that book today."
"It's already in my car. I'm going to the apartment; you can come get it. Er... are you coming to the apartment before you go out tonight?"
"Yes. Wait - no, I have to clean my locker out so I'm going to go to campus and get stuff done before I go to dinner. So go get the book and put it BACK in the pile, Court."
"It's already in my car!" She says, defiant.
I turn, make-up brush in hand.
"Ok so go get it. I'm going to read it on campus when I'm waiting," I say, just as determined.
"Noooo" Courtney whines, "I want to read it!!"
"You can't, because I am reading it today!" I say, my voice rising in volume.
"But it's in my caaaaar," she says, widening her eyes to look helpless about this inevitable and inexplicable turn of events.
"Yes you've said that. And I'm reading it today. I'm. Reading. It." I say, over-enunciating.
This went on for a bit, because we are Saints and we will NOT BACK DOWN once we are riled up. For anyone. Not even each other.
But then Courtney draws herself up to her diminutive height of 5'2 (to my 5'9) and says forcefully,
"You are the one who gets to go downtown to your fancy city and play with your fancy friends! YOU are the one who's boyfriend's going to buy her a tasty dinner and YOU," she says even more loudly (over my sputtered protestations of 'He's NOT my boyfriend...!') "are the one who's going to have an exciting and fabulous night! The LEAST YOU CAN DO is leave me some ANGSTY TEENAGE VAMPIRE ROMANCE!"
What could I possibly say to that?! Good point: match and set to Courtney. She took the book with her and I'm wasting my hour here in the computer lab.
As she walked out the hallway she called back, "Enjoy your dinner with your booooyfrieeeend..."
"HE'S NOT MY..." I yelled at her, but the door slammed shut behind her.
"Little brat," I said fondly under my breath.