Umber has very particular ways of voicing her displeasure. I get either the angry chipmunk or another clever threat to my existence. This morning, it was the latter.
Today, I was lecturing her about self care (again). She’s pulling faces, so I ask what has her distracted?
her: trying to figure out how to ask you for a favor, Sir
me: Angel , what is it? (She never asks for anything so I’m curious)
her: Well, I’ll need you to take your shirt off.
me: not a problem, but why
her: I need to measure your back for my new hobby.
me: oh. (New hobby… not surprised) so what is this new hobby?
her: Anthropodermic bibliopegy- like book binding.
I’m struggling a bit. My head is breaking down Latin- dermic means skin and biblio is book. Book binding… skin.. Bloody hell woman…
I shake my head and rub my forehead as she begins to giggle.. yes she got me again- but how the fuck does she know this stuff???
me: maybe you should take up knitting again
She erupts into laughter.
