It feels like summer.
After my embarrassing dance party of one, M and I got the van from my parents’ place and headed to Fremont.
There was a lot of sunbathing.
A lot of driving Hot Stuff’s, his mom, new car around Fremont and especially to Super Taqueria where their Super Fish Taco rocked my world.
A lot of yummy summery foods like salad, avocado, salsa, and roasted asparagus. Old School, M’s stepdad, even made the boys ribs slathered in sweet-smelling sauce. Tasty.
A lot of raucous laughter and teasing from me when I saw M had a huge, previously unnoticed hole in his shirt.
There was also a lapse in judgment. From M. He was in the backyard with a shovel, I was on my lounge chair enjoying life, and suddenly I looked up because he was giving off a suspicious air. Just what was he up to? I was soon to find out. The shovel was for heaving the German Shepherd’s land mines over the fence onto a vacant hill/yard space behind M’s parents’ house. In other words, M’s parents had tasked him with cleaning up the dog’s backyard mess so to be a good son, M dutifully scooped up dog-patties and flung them up and over.
To put it bluntly, he was flinging shit. 
Not only did he fling shit over the back fence however, he was feeling feisty. So he FLUNG A PELLET AT ME. I, innocently lying out in the sun, was harassed and terrorized by my boyfriend who threw poop at me. It landed a foot away, but I still stared daggers at him and didn’t talk to him for a few hours. How dare he?!
Wow, new lows people. New lows.
xoxo,
Jenn
