My relatives are making tamales today, in Port Hueneme, so it’s also Tamales Making Day. Erik’s working at the grading factory. It’s cold here, gray skies, and I feel mostly content.
This morning while Erik was drinking his matcha I told him, “Merry Christmas Eve-Eve.”
He said, “Merry Christmas Eve, Eve.”
I said, “I’m not Eve.” Then I made up a joke like this.
Eve’s feeling guilty that she ate the apple. Adam says, “It’s okay, Eve. It’s not like this is the first time someone did something wrong.” Then he says, “Oh wait, yeah, it is.”
Erik’s very nice that he likes my home-made jokes.