I remember being roused last night into that half-asleep, half-awake daze to my husband yelping beside me.
“Why’d you pinch me?” he hollered.
I responded: “You were irritating me in my dream.”
Choosing words wisely, Part I
The other day, Mike asked me to fix the holes in his jeans.
I told him that despite my recent crafty endeavors (I made a wreath, a table runner, and I’m about to start in on some curtains), I didn’t know how to do that.
“But I thought you were getting domesticated,” he said.
That was the end of that conversation.
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Breast cancer light bulbs
Mike and I thought we’d scored by buying a bunch of light bulbs overtly supporting the breast cancer cause. The bulbs were on super sale because breast cancer awareness month is October, and now it’s nearly January.
Our feelings of jubilation ended when Mike just installed one of the bulbs, which to our aggravation, shines pink!
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How I know my husband loves me … sort of
Because I have a bunch of work to finish up tonight, Mike, my wonderful husband, is making me dinner.
We’re having Mac ‘N Cheese ‘N Peas, one of my favorite dishes (seriously, no sarcasm).
“How many peas do you want?” he asked.
“Ummm, 167,” I said in true smart-alec form.
“OK,” he replied and began counting.
That’s how much he loves me.
But then he got bored and said, “If you want me to count your peas, you’re not going to get very many peas.”
Understandable.
And I’m pretty sure he loves me a whole lot, just not 167 individual peas worth.
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Learning to cook
I put a couple notches on the ol’ cooking belt tonight after making some superb chocolate chip cookies (plump, thick, chocolatey, awesome!) for a good friend and the homeless kids that she helps out.
I took a notch out of my belt when, upon putting the first batch into the oven, I found some wedding leftovers that were burnt to a crisp having (apparently) been in the oven for the past month. Even my scientific-minded husband hasn’t figured out how we didn’t see the dish any of the numerous times we used that appliance.
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Perspective
The other day, Mike and I were riding our bikes when a guy carrying a long stick carelessly walked out in front of him.
Thankfully, Mike has cat-like reflexes and was able to deftly swerve and miss the pedestrian.
Despite the catastrophe’s avoidance, Mike was about to verbalize his considerable irritation in this man’s direction, when he realized what the guy’s stick was for.
He was blind.
Oops.