The scene: sitting in the car on the ferry listening to my Glee Pandora station. Journey comes on. Andrew and I both start singing quietly and start getting louder.
We suddenly look at each other and, making dramatic gestures, belt out at full voice: "I'M FOREVERRRRR YOUUUUURS.....FAITHFULLY!"
From the back seat, Luna sighs.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
I have lost all credibility
So this past weekend was my first weekend free for a while. I worked two Saturdays (aka two weekends because that also usually involves running in at other times to check on patients. No biggy, but I can't really count that as "Free.") and then ran up to Kitsap for a wedding (not working, but still many hours in the car and travel stress etc. Plus my really sexy shoes KILL my feet). So this weekend Andrew and I declared it a true lazy weekend. Set aside to doing nothing. And by nothing I mean, "have a Firefly marathon and sit on the unfolded futon in our jammies and possibly wallow in our own filth."
To further that purpose, I declared that we needed caramel corn. And gummy bears. I bagged on the gummy bears, but I DEFINITELY ran out and got some caramel corn.
And that is what we had for dinner Sunday night. Half a bag of caramel corn each. My hands were so covered in caramel grease that a paper towel was insufficient and I needed to wash my hands with soap to cut the grease.
Andrew then told me that I would be responsible for purchasing him new pants for all the fat I was making him gain.
Then I tried to explain to him that I was the person who kept trying to add veggies into our diet...and midsentence I realized there was a small lump under my tank top. Distracted, I lifted my shirt to find a small piece of caramel corn that had fallen down and stuck to me.
And THAT. Right there. Is where I lost all credibility. And lost it in general actually. Suddenly I was laughing so hysterically that I was practically in tears and trying to squeak out semi-human-sounding words involving vegetables while Andrew stood there and shook his head.
To further that purpose, I declared that we needed caramel corn. And gummy bears. I bagged on the gummy bears, but I DEFINITELY ran out and got some caramel corn.
And that is what we had for dinner Sunday night. Half a bag of caramel corn each. My hands were so covered in caramel grease that a paper towel was insufficient and I needed to wash my hands with soap to cut the grease.
Andrew then told me that I would be responsible for purchasing him new pants for all the fat I was making him gain.
Then I tried to explain to him that I was the person who kept trying to add veggies into our diet...and midsentence I realized there was a small lump under my tank top. Distracted, I lifted my shirt to find a small piece of caramel corn that had fallen down and stuck to me.
And THAT. Right there. Is where I lost all credibility. And lost it in general actually. Suddenly I was laughing so hysterically that I was practically in tears and trying to squeak out semi-human-sounding words involving vegetables while Andrew stood there and shook his head.
Sunday, July 31, 2011
I am almost exactly like Robert Downey Jr.
Actual conversation that happened today:
Me: *instructing Andrew on proper crappy tomato soup preparation* you should know how to do this because someday...
Andrew: ...you might be sick and want tomato soup?
Me: well...that too. But no, someday our children who have more enlightened taste than you and will want some tomato soup.
Andrew: well, if they like tomatoes we may have to just off them for being defective.
Me: Well I think you need to be a little nicer! And a little less of a jerk!
Andrew: *pointing a spatula at my face* well I think...
Me: Get that out of my face!
Andrew: It's not in your face, it's in my hand.
Me: Well get what's in your hand out of my face.
Both of us: *bust up laughing*
Me: *instructing Andrew on proper crappy tomato soup preparation* you should know how to do this because someday...
Andrew: ...you might be sick and want tomato soup?
Me: well...that too. But no, someday our children who have more enlightened taste than you and will want some tomato soup.
Andrew: well, if they like tomatoes we may have to just off them for being defective.
Me: Well I think you need to be a little nicer! And a little less of a jerk!
Andrew: *pointing a spatula at my face* well I think...
Me: Get that out of my face!
Andrew: It's not in your face, it's in my hand.
Me: Well get what's in your hand out of my face.
Both of us: *bust up laughing*
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