I made Jake a milkshake, and it sucked. Rather, it wasn't REALLY a milkshake. It was a sort-of smoothie, made with blueberry yogurt and ice cubes. It was really sort of disgusting. Jake, who is sweet, pretended to like it. We have a sort of unspoken pact: I put up with his Star Wars fascination (which sometimes ends up including me) with minimal complaint, if he puts up with my food with minimal complaint. Thus far, it's worked.
Jake and I decided to drink our icky smoothies outdoors. The sun was out, after all. It was a perfect spring day; the sort where you can be comfortably barefoot, but still need a jacket. The kind with the big blue sky and the seedy dandelions all over the yard.....
Admittedly, I started the dandelion-seed fight. I was blowing seeds, and they got all over Jake. And that was funny, so I blew some more at him... After approximately ten minutes of chasing each other around the yard, I was covered in seeds, and Jake was choking on his own howls of laughter. Fucken A. Jake always wins.
An assignment for you, dear readers: the next time there is a sunny day in your neighborhood, take off your shoes, and chase somebody around the yard with a dandelion. I guarantee, it will make most of your problems temporarily disappear.
There was a glorious sunset that night. It was orange and purple, and it reflected off Capital Lake as Jake and I drove toward downtown. We drove up to the Capitol building to gaze at the clouds for awhile. Then we did a stupid little waltz in the parking lot.