“I don’t know if I’ve told you this, but I really love the layout of your blog” (his doing, btw)
“Yeah?”
“I like the way it has the bird at the top, then when you get to the bottom it’s Drinky Crow!”
“Yeah?” (I’m drinking, not the best conversation, sorry)
“Yeah! It starts out all cute, and then it gets dirty. Just like you.”
He’s on the bed, working on the laptop. I’m on the bed, seriously contemplating taking a nap. We’re discussing the inevitable trip to the cell phone store that I’m going to have to make.
Him: You could probably order one online and pick it up in the store. Or do you want to hold it in your hand?
Me: You know me, I would rather hold it in my hand.
Him: Oh hey, speaking of holding it in your hand, will you run an errand for me?
Me: (with some trepidation) Sure. What’s the errand?
Him: Will you find my phone? (in our tiny apartment)
Me: sigh. Okay, sure. (I wander into the other room) Where did you leave it?
Him: It’s in my pocket.
And Scene.
At an ungodly hour one Saturday night, actually well into Sunday morning, with bellies full of booze and cartoons on TV:
Me: Are you asleep?
Him: No… I just… have a really bad habit of not being awake… during people’s performances… and I didn’t see this name on the program.
Me: I’m going to take that as a yes.
After much procrastination, then a flurry of activity in the beginning of last week, Sexy Husband and I got our wedding invitations this weekend! They are super cute, and totally custom, and I am thrilled. I’m sure that, if youve been paying attention, you know that we’re a little quirky, and not exactly the type to have a ‘traditional’ wedding. It’s not going to be an outrageous affair, just a true reflection of who we are and the love that we share. These invitations are perfect for that wedding. The wording is modern, they’re super simple, they include the information for both our website and our online RSVP, and they are adorable. So happy!
Now I just have to address them. Sigh.
The little lady (as SH and I refer to her) is not the brightest bulb in the box. On our second first date, SH was telling me about the confused looks he got at the dog park when describing her as “part Boston Terrier, part llama.” It made perfect sense to me; Mr. Bad Cat went through a period when I told people he’s half Border Collie, half asshole. I did meet her on that date, but I don’t have much memory of her behavior then. I think there was some whining, and her being put in another room, but it’s pretty vague.
Since that date, she and I have developed a pretty good relationship, for the most part. She’s can get a little bit of an attitude when we walk, and I do not like to take her to the dog park, because I cease to exist once we’re inside the airlock. On the other hand, she sometimes makes her papa sad by appearing more happy to see me than him when we come home. She also stays in bed with me in the morning when he leaves for work. I didn’t think anything of that, but apparently she has never chosen hanging out with another person over being where he is.
So, yeah, she’s a little bit of a jerk, but she is, as he’s fond of saying, “a love.” And she gets the concept that not every person wants her in their lap at every moment, which is a really important quality in a dog. My parents’ ridiculously fat Rottweiler mix? He does not have that concept. In addition to missing my near-husband, I also miss my little lady. (sad face.)
Let’s take a moment to check in with things I thought I would do during February, shall we?
I’ll Suggest You!: Status: failed. This really only worked as a collaborative project, and that was fine during the week. But when the weekend rolled around, Sexy Husband and I had more, um, compelling collaborative projects to work on, and then I got bored with it. And I didn’t see The Stranger advertising to continue the experiment this month, which probably means that the rest of Seattle was just as bored with it as I was.
The Device: The device was Sexy Husband’s xmas gift to me. It claims to have 7 hours of ‘useful’ battery life. I first charged it on Christmas day, and it was the second week of February when it died, after what I would call intermittent use. SH was curious how long it would last with daily use, so one of my goals for February was to see how long the battery would last with daily use. I’m not exactly sure how, but I really just failed to fit this one into my daily routine. Maybe I’ll pick this task up again later. We’ll see.
Yoga:
Sell my broken car: nope.
Send out wedding invitations: not quite, but I did manage to find an awesome printer. We were at an event, and I won a prize (!), and was congratulated, as was Sexy Husband. Then she found me, and said, “Did I hear you’re getting married? Would you consider yourselves offbeat?” “OMG, yes! Our wedding theme is ‘never forget, never forgive’! Why do you ask?” “I do wedding stationery! Cool stuff, like robots and sock monkeys.” “Can you do dinosaurs? We want dinos!” At this point she had what I would describe as a cute-gasm. Or maybe she suggested dinosaurs and I had the cute-gasm. I was drunk, but she had the presence to give me a card, and the rest is, as they say, awesomeness. Yay, Twitter!
Here’s hoping March will have a higher success rate. At the very least, I’m going to have to deal with the wedding planner, and the invitations are underway, and I’ll do the car, and go to the seamstress. Wish me luck!
I was finally going to write my long-planned post about the greatest/worst thing on television, LOST! But I’m not really ready yet – I’m a couple episodes from the end of Season 5, though I am up-to-date on the current season. Instead, I’m going to talk about another show I love, and never watch as often as I would like.
People, you should be watching Down Home With the Neely’s. Um, omg, they are adorable. Yes, at its heart it’s just another cooking show, but I love them so much. A couple weeks ago my mom and I watched an episode where their moms were coming over, and they each made iconic “Mom” dishes. So cute!! And today I learned that they have two daughters, one of whom is in college, and the other one appears to be a high schooler. They made sloppy joes for the one who’s away, and the younger one is making cookies with her mom.
I particularly appreciate the fact that this isn’t a show that’s really designed to teach you anything about cooking. They assume you know don’t need your hand held through comfort food. The real star of the show is Pat & Gina’s banter. They’ve been cooking together a long time, and have a great affectionate, quick-fire banter. Also, I want to eat everything they cook, except for sloppy joes.
For a while now, Sexy Husband and I have been formulating a project that’s sure to make us infamous among our friends for years to come. Today we learned that his comedy stylings have gotten us an in with an awesome crowd-sourced funding site. If it goes the way I see it, it’ll be like the Neely’s with way more booze.
The Sexy Husband and I had a very full, very exciting weekend, which caused me to forget to blog.
What was the big excitement? We saw our wedding venue! We had both been there before, but it had been about 10 years since I’d been there, and my parents hadn’t seen it at all. Sweet Jeebus!
This decision has been a really big thing for us. For different reasons, each of us felt that it was unlikely that we’d marry, and despite the fact that everyone we ever meet tells us how good we are together, the whole wedding thing seems weird. This isn’t to say that I ever have any doubt that he is the man I intend to spend my life with; that’s not the thing that’s weird.
Dudes: we’re having a wedding! With our families, and vows, and walking down an aisle (kind of, but whatever). This is a real thing! Holy crap!
The other night, as we were hunkered down to watch some cartoons and drink beer in bed:
SH: “You know what I like about you living here?”
TW: “Do tell!”
SH: “I get to harass you both at the same time!” and then he squished the dog and me both into a giant pile. Hurray for family time!
Bonus conversation!
We built a pile of pillows on the bed, for the above-mentioned cartoons and beer, and once he and I got ourselves settled in, the dog decided that she wanted to lay on the (sleeping) pillows, which is Not Allowed. So he made her move, and she went with her second choice of position, which was on the opposite side of him from where I was (which is how the dual-squishing above was made possible).
SH: “Aw, this is my favorite kind of sandwich, where I’m the meat.”
TW: “I mostly prefer to be bread. I don’t mind being the meat if she’s the outside spoon, but when she’s the inside bread, I hate it.”
SH: “When she’s the what?”
TW: “It’s okay when she’s the little spoon. But if you’re the little spoon and she’s the inside bread, I don’t like to be the meat.”
SH: “Spoons? Why are there spoons in this sandwich? Why do we let you make the sandwiches?!”
One of the best things about housewifing is that I don’t have to get up and run out of the house in the morning. This means that, if we actually heed the alarm, I get some adorable time in the morning with Sexy Husband. While this does frequently amount to not much more than humpstarting, it does occasionally mean serious adorableness. This week I was treated to a dramatic reenactment of this, with a suggestion that he was going to spend all day using that voice. As I wore his hoodie to run my errands that day, I couldn’t help thinking, “you’re the man your lady could smell like!”
This morning the adorableness began with the always-entertaining coffee in bed. Coffee in bed is one of my favorite ways to transition into the day (right after humpstarting); it makes the day seem kinder, even when it’s a gross Seattle February day like today. While I am slow to get out of bed in the morning, even with my cup of coffee, Sexy Husband is not. Once he’s awake, he can’t go less that 55 mph, or he’ll explode! Seriously, the man does not stop moving, and let’s not even get into the things that go on inside his head (nothing bad, just frenetic). So, this morning, while I savored my coffee, I was treated to a bedside naked workout. There are some people that I would like to taunt with the fact that this is not the first time, but that seems redundant. They are, after all, the same ones who are (inexplicably?) jealous of my immeasurably charmed life.