I mentioned a few days ago that The Biker Nazi's family, The Saint, Son #1 and Son #2, headed for home without him on Jan. 2nd. LEAVING.HIM.HERE.WITH.ME! In all honesty, I have enjoyed his stay but to tell him that would just hurt too much. You see if you haven't heard already, my whole relationship with The Biker Nazi is based on seeing who can antagonize the other the most. We've been friends (and I use the term loosely here) for as long as I can remember. He is MHS's best friend. He was best man in our wedding. I love him to death but treat him like he is the bug in the middle of the faceshield on my helmet. Always in my way. Always an annoyance. It's how we've always been. What can I say? It works.
The following conversation was held across the dinner table a few evenings ago:
BN: "Smart Mouth, I think your cooking is going to make me fat."
Me: "Why are being so nice to me? What do you want?"
BN: (said to MHS) "Does she cook like this every night?"
MHS: nods and goes back to eating his meal.
Me: " I know that The Saint cooks for you every night. I don't know why you're making such a big deal."
BN: "All I know is your cooking makes me sleepy. Every time I eat here, I just want to lay myself down and take a nap."
Me: "That's the arsenic."
Today I made a plane reservation for The Biker Nazi to return home to Indiana. I think I'm going to miss the old goat. I mean, how can you not love a face like this: