Vampires from other nations are quite weird
I think I've calmed down.
I think.
For the past week or so, my Sweet Baboo as been doing back-flips and somersaults and handstands because he got a DVD movie about Filipino vampires.
"I saw this when I was a little boy back when my dad was stationed in the Philippines!" he says excitedly.
"That's nice," I say without emotion.
"You wanna see it?" he asks.
"No," I tell him.
But he's been badgering me about it nonstop.
I just ignore him.
So, ever since Sunday when I read a statement from a stupid Rep. in Missouri- I've been trampling on houses and toppling buildings, and knocking over jeeps and tanks and other military vehicles with my tail, and swatting at military aircraft, and letting out a mighty roar that can be heard for miles and miles, and blowing fire out of my mouth and lasers out of my eyes while trying to make my way back to Monster Island.
And my sweet Baboo, GG, just smiles at me.
Believing him to be patronizing me- I let him have it.
I paced back and forth and told him he's a male and all problems stem from him and how men don't know diddly, and I tell him what Jesus says and how everything is misinterpreted and way off base, and this and that and the other thing....until I wear myself out and plop on the couch next to him.
He's still smiling.
And he finally says, "I love how you get all passionate about everything. How we can't eat at Chick-fil-a or Wendy's anymore because you feel 'everyone has rights, or no one has rights.' And how you reference 'Jesus of Nazareth' for backup in religious arguments. And I know I don't know diddly about women. I'm sorry. But I love YOU. Isn't that enough until the world catches up to you?"
I remembered he told me that in high school.
When I was off on another tirade.
"You told me the world would catch up to me over thirty years ago," I said, "And it hasn't yet."
"Oh, I didn't say it was going to happen overnight," he smiled.
And I guess I finally calmed down.
And I gave him a big hug.
"You wanna see 'Blood is the Color of Night?'" (Only he gave said the Filipino title.)
He regressed to that six year old kid.
I nod my head, yes.
And we watch it.
And it was actually quite good!
But weird.
Afterwards, he says, "So you wanna clue me in on some things about women I should know about?" as he leans in to kiss me.
But I pull back and say, "Don't show them Filipino vampire movies if you're trying to get them in The Mood!"
And he bows his head and cries. (Pretend)
And I laugh. (For real)
:-)