Tonight was garbage night here in utopia, which is a big haul for us. We make an embarrassing amount of trash in a week, especially since we don't have sewer- yes this place is still on septic (not for long though) and can't have a disposal in the sink. Matt, sensing my funk (see post below) was more than helpful, hauling trash along with me up the entire length of the bridge that connects us to the main road not only once but twice, 'cause tomorrow is recycles too. I really like that about Matt. He always knows when being helpful is called for and typically rises to the occasion.
While I was running around gathering all the trash/recycles I noticed that Josh had passed out naked on the couch. I thought I would leave him there until it got dark, lest he awaken and think he could stay awake. Once Matt and I completed our sunset trash haul and fended off the swarms of mosquitos and black flies (insects are very utopian) I reentered the room to guide Josh into bed. I stood puzzlling for a second looking down at Josh, and then I heard the words that strike terror into any mothers heart. From behind me Evan declared "Matt did it."
"What did Matt do?" you may be wondering. Matt tatooed sleeping Josh. Just a little heart on his shoulder. And it said MOM, which naturally brought tears to my eyes. Matt crept around the corner as I was doing a poor job concealing my laughter. Relieved that I wasn't angry (I mean, gawd, he wrote MOM) he asked if he could please do one more. I told him yes, Matt grabbed another marker, sat down and as gently as could be added another tatoo to Josh's butt. (Oh jeez, just realized the google hits this one is going to get) Here is what completely broke the spell and turned my foul mood around:
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