Like a little old married couple

Travers and I got nice and drunk at a party last night, and Andy, our faithful DD, humored our demand for a late-night Krogers run for cookies. He even laughed good naturedly while Travers pushed me around in a shopping cart, following around a couple of hipsters, while I snatched random items from shelves as we whipped past. He dropped us off at my place before heading home to bed and Travers and I actually managed to successfully make the cookies without setting the kitchen on fire. We stayed up way too late and after we finally rolled out of bed this morning I read the paper and drank coffee while he watched documentaries on the Discovery channel. That's how all mornings should go.

Also, got to take part in interesting dinner table conversation tonight - over a meal break from stuffing envelopes for Doctors for Global Health someone's 11-year old daughter read my t-shirt ("When I give food to the poor, they call me a saint. When I ask why the poor have no food, they call me a communist.") and asked her dad what communist meant. What followed was several progressive adults attempting to explain communism, socialism, and capitalism in a somewhat objective manner.