I was just praising Mr. W for taking such good care of me, and he said I take good care of him, too. I said I don’t do anything; I just come over, eat, and then sleep. “Nuh-uh,” he said, “You keep me entertained and make me laugh.” I said, “A monkey can do that for you.” He said, “But monkeys are illegal.” “Not all monkeys are illegal,” I said, and just as he opened his mouth to protest, I defended my position with, “Sea monkeys are legal.” He said sea monkeys aren’t very entertaining. I said you can train them to do tricks, like flip in the water to get food. He doesn’t believe that brine shrimp are actually trainable.

And then there was this silence as I reminisced about my own sea monkeys back in the day.

I can’t believe my mom wouldn’t buy me a Peachy stationery set but she’d let me have sea monkeys.

*** Addendum ***
Mr. W just pointed out that it’s no longer “Saturday morning.” I looked at the time of the post. “Oh.” Time flies when you’re on vacation and sleep all day. He and I had that conversation earlier, too. I said that it doesn’t feel like we’ve been together 16 months, it feels more like 8. He said time flies when you’re having fun. I added, “And when you’re about to die.” There was a pause. He said, “Then I must be flying to my death, cuz time has been passing faster when I got older.” I said, “Or maybe I’m flying to MY death. Cuz time sped up when you and I got together.” He said, “Maybe your other relationships just passed slower.” What, like a kidney stone?