"So…" asked Chelsea. "How long have you two been married?"
"About… 11 months now." I said kind of surprised that it had been that long. I guess being pregnant can do that sometimes.
"How long have you?" Erik asked
"2 years." Mike replied.
"Wow you married young."
"Like I said, I couldn't resist him!" Chelsea said looking deep into Mike's eyes. Luckily the food came to save Erik and I from having to watch them snog.
"Oh look! The foods here!" I said quickly breaking the moment.
"Oh yes… food…" Mike said obviously disappointed.
"What is that Erik?" I was looking at his plate. It looked like some kind of… slug.
"Escargot." He replied. I knew what that was. Snails. Gross. "Do you want some?"
"No thanks, dear. I think I'll stick with my spaghetti." He looked at my food like I had no taste. But I only knew two Italian words, Spaghetti and pizza.
"Well then, shall we get started?" asked Mike hopefully. Mmm. There's chocolate on my rice crispy! That makes me happy! Ooh! My computer has Christmas colors! There are red and green lines every where!
"Yes. Let's." The rest of the afternoon was pleasurable. But at the end, I almost blew my cover.
"Do you guys want to go see a movie?"
"Cosset! Shut up!" Erik said in an undertone.
"Err… I mean… opera? Yea. An opera?"
"Sure!" said Mike to dense to realize what I'd just done.(I'm gona get in trouble for that one right Chels?)
"Ok. Erik, you're the master of all that is operas. You tell us which one to see!"
"Umm… Faust is good."
"Faust it is!" We went in and watched the show, came out and went home and Erik and I go tin bed the end. Well for now any way. Lol sorry so short but it just … grrr… writers block… lol okay ttyl!
