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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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?
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.
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.
I’m sitting here trying to work diligently, but every time I glance up from my screen, all I can see is the girl sitting two tables away from me with the low cut shirt, hunched-forward posture, and gi-normous boobs.
I’m a victim.
In preparation for the upcoming Ender’s Game movie, Mike and I are going to read Ender’s Shadow, lovingly referred to in the Soltys household as Bean’s Game.
Being married is great.
A good friend and newlywed was just telling me about how her new husband fixed the sink for her.
And, using a hammer and set of wrenches, my quasi-new husband just dislodged the food-processor part that I managed to get wedged into our garbage disposal.
It’s handy to have someone around who’s comfortable wielding tools.