Submitted by megan on Thu, 11/06/2008 - 17:44
In August sometime, Ivan and I went over to Tracey's for dinner. We made some kind of barbeque thing, I think. That's not the part I remember.
I do remember, though, that dinner involved vegetables. While Tracey took care of her wee one, Ivan and I took care of the peeling and scraping and chopping. When we were done, Ivan opened the under-sink cupboard to sweep some of the veg detritus into the garbage.
"Oh no, no!" I said, rushing to his side. "No no, I've got this bag over here. You can put it all in there."
"I'm going to take it home and add it to my compost."
"You're going to take this garbage home with you. To put in your composter."
"Unh. Sort of? I'm going to add it to my compost bucket and then take it to the community garden."
There was a pregnant pause.
"Are you sure you're not a lesbian?"
I threw back my head and laughed. "Dude. Except for my deep love of the cock. I am totally a lesbian."*
"Yeah, I've heard about your cock habit."
"Hard to break, that one."
*And yeah, I know that you can have an abiding love of cock and also be a lesbian. More on that tomorrow. Or soonish.