This morning's text from Meat came in at 9:15. "Tater's making bloody mary's, don't be a bimpert."
I'd probably pass, but I knew they'd have coffee and I needed to know what Meat called me. So I got my shoes on and wandered next door.
Tater had a cup ready when I walked in. "Morning SJ. What do you think of the new words the Oxford dictionary announced?"
The lightbulb came on. "Have you been teaching Meat new words again? You know he's not allowed to know things ahead of me. I haven't seen the list yet."
Tater gave me a disappointed look. A voice from the bathroom direction followed.
"I heard that. You ain't much of a word guy if you don't know what's in the dictionary SJ. I guess you are a bimpert!"
He came into the living room. "Did you vote for the hornerman with the rest of the bimperts?"
Tater guffawed. "Well if he did he won't be invited to the canbouley."
Meat let out his own whoop. "Not any we're throwing. No bloody mary for SJ! Where'd I leave mine?" He left in the direction he came in.
Tater had a sip of her own. "I didn't think you'd want one. Like our new words?"
I nodded. "You got it right. Coffee for me. I'd like them better if I knew what they meant and Meat didn't."
Tater laughed again. "They put words with Caribbean origins in the Oxford this year. I said we wouldn't invite you to the canbouley. That's a celebration. Meat called you bimpert, a stupid person, who voted for the hornerman. That is someone who's unfaithful, a cheat."
Meat returned with a nearly empty glass. "Don't you just feel like a bimpert? Bimpert, bimpert, bimpert."
Tater stood up. "He got a little too fond of that word." She took the glass from Meat. "Need more coffee SJ?" She turned and went into the kitchen. I wasn't sure if I was supposed to follow. Meat had other ideas.
"SJ, I'm thinking about going to DC. See it one more time before president hornerman turns the whole place into a monument to himself. Want to go?"
Tater called in from the kitchen. "I heard that Meat. The answer is no SJ!"
"Why don't I want to go Tater?" I really wanted no part of going to DC with Meat while it's occupied by the National Guard, ICE and the stupidest collection of sociopaths in history. "I love Washington."
She returned with 2 fresh drinks and handed one to Meat who had assumed the sulk posture. "Because you hate the drive. And our boy has bad intentions."
When didn't he have bad intentions? That's the fun of Meat.
"Just don't let him take any explosives and everything should be alright. But you're right, I do hate that drive."
"Yes you do. And the last thing I need is to be trying to get him out of one ICE's prisons. He'll be in Alligator Alcatraz in a hot minute if he gets within earshot of the mask wearing proud boys."
That is if they don't shoot him first. I kept that thought to myself.