Mica went out to dinner with her brother, sister-in-law and Greg.
“Ooh, is it serious? Is this the one? What’s next?” I fired at her when she told me and asked if I’d come by and walk and feed the little white dog.
“Shut up,” she laughed.
“Are you in love? When do you think you’ll take the next step?”
“They will not ask any of that,” she said as if willing it to be true.
“I’m going to text them so they do.” It’s time she gets a taste of the uncomfortable drilling that comes with dating someone.
This isn’t a meet-the-family dinner. It just worked out that all three asked her to dinner at about the same time, and her solution was to go out as a group. Silly girl.
The little white dog and I took a long walk and I fed him. He’s on a special diet that is only available in canned food so his meal times are more restricted than they were when he could graze his dry food at will all day. After a romp outside, he curled up against me. I know it's because he was cold but I pretended it was because he liked being near me like in the old days when it was OK that he was attached to me.
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