So I broke an ice cream scoop the other day, and I’m not sure if I should feel proud, pissed, or ashamed that I couldn’t wait an extra five minutes for the ice cream to melt a little before diving in.
Mike the craft man
Here’s Mike the Engineer getting his craft on.
I loved his zeal, but he sure did ask a lot of questions about exact measurements.
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Confession
Yesterday I tripped over a pointy rock because I was distracted by a box of potentially free stuff next to a dumpster. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything good.
And I think I might have broken my toe.
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Question
So you’re in a crowded coffee shop, the barista is racing around behind the bar, and when your drink comes up, you find a small, thin, black hair in your latte … What do you do?
Send it back or suck it up?
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Books and birds
Last night Mike blocked my hand when I tried to poke him in the rib cage and said, “I can read you like a hawk.”
I don’t know if he was bragging or if that was a back-handed compliment toward whoever taught him to read.
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Abrupt awakening
The other night when I couldn’t fall asleep, I did what I used to do when I was a kid, and I put my head at the foot of the bed and my feet at the head of the bed.
I fell asleep immediately just as I always used to do, but apparently being married changes things. So whereas I used to sleep soundly “upside” down all night, Mike inadvertently woke me up (and pissed me off) when he started searching blindly for more covers in the middle of the night, in the process ripping the pillow I’d comfortably been snoring on directly out from under my head, on accident sure, but nonetheless, it was certainly a jarring way to be roused.
I was also a bit offended by the similarity he apparently finds between my feet and my face.
Oh well. He put a ring on it, so now he’s stuck with me regardless.